Leticia Read Free

a piss head.
    As for the mystery guy who saved me, well, he was gorgeous. Around 6ft tall, with very dark brown spiky hair and big green eyes. He had the perfect jaw-line and was well built but not all buff, thankfully, I hate guys that are too buff, I don’t think it looks right. I’d never seen him before either, but I hoped I would get to see him again.
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    Wednesday and Thursday passed by very slowly, I didn’t go outside the door and luckily nobody tried to get in it either. Not long after I’d sat there thinking about the three guys, I knew I was going to have to find something to occupy my mind for the next couple of days, so I decided to have a good clear out. I went through the house, top to bottom. Got rid of all of the garbage I had kept and bagged up all sorts of clothes that I’d bought but never worn, ready to take them to a charity shop.
    It was now Friday and time to venture out . I had to make up for the appointments I had cancelled with my clients and get some shopping in. Throughout the day I got sick of telling everybody my lie about how ill I was, but a ppreciated the genuine concern my clients had for me, saying how glad they were to see me back to my normal, happy self. I got my shopping done and now , considering it was 6:30, I was going home.
    As I struggled through my front door, shopping bags hanging from my elbows, I suddenly caught a scent, a scent I recognized . I put the bags down in the hallway, then traced the area close to the house, but there was nobody around. Why would one of them be here? I ha dn ’t seen or hear d of one for over twenty years, at least. Had it picked up my scent? Did it need help? After all, we look after our own. It c ouldn ’t have be en the guy who saved me, I would have picked up on what he was straight away, although thinking on it, I did pick up on something about him, not strong or that I recognized , but there was something about him that I couldn’t put my finger on.
    After having another look around and still not seeing anything, I decided to put my shopping away. Afterwards, I felt fed up and agitated so decided to take a nice walk around where I lived, I still had a couple of hours of day light left. It was risky but with how vast and desolate the moors were , I wouldn’t have to worry about defending myself if it came to it.
    I put my coat and hiking boots on and set off. I started walking and looked around at my surroundings, I decided not to venture to high up because the tops of the hills were covered in low cloud ; I wouldn’t be able to see my hand in front of my face, but what an amazing sight it was. The clouds were like tidal waves crashing across and falling down the sides of the hills. It was beautiful, but they also looked a little menacing. Maybe we were in for another storm tonight.
    I’ d been walking around for about half an hour and was now just at the approach to Saddleworth M oors, just past Upperwood Quarry. I suddenly got a sick ening feeling that someone was watching me again , were they actually following me? I started to walk faster, I could hear their footsteps getting louder. T hey were getting closer. I felt myself getting angry inside ‘I have had just about enough of this crap now’ I thought, ‘time for you to meet the real me’ . I spun around on the spot as quickly as I could,
    “Listen you son of a...” I blurted out. My chin dropped and I stuttered slightly “W... what are you doing here? ” I asked with the most bizarre and confused look on my face. Standing a few feet in front of me was the guy who had saved me.
    “Just out taking a walk Leticia , ” he replied.
    “How do you know my name? ”
    “Well, I was there just before and when those guys attacked you, if you remember, they said your name . ”
    “Oh , ” I smiled . “I never got to thank you properly did I?”
    “No need . ”
    I was about to say ‘yes, there is’ when he turned and started to walk away from me. I ran in front of