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Strangers are scary… Some of them are nice,others not so much…

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-Chapter 4 --Not Today-

Today was a wonderful day to be outside. The warmth of the sun on my pale, bruised skin felt pleasant.

The slight wind caressed my skin while the vibrant blue color that decorated the chilly atmosphere amplified that pleasant feeling inside.

Plus, the sun was on full display, shining down on both of us.

But here, I was alone with a stranger, who was pushing my wheelchair to a red vehicle.

The car was not big or small, it was just the right size.

I keep trying to start a conversation with him, but he just keeps ignoring me as if I didn't exist. For some reason, deep down in my subconscious mind, it tells me that this person that is pushing me isn't normal... or even the other two getting my medications.

There is something tremendously off about these people.

I don't know if this is my paranoia kicking in again.

It's hard not to think like this. Being a person with trust issues and paranoia, clouding 99% of my mind is not easy.

Being treated non-humanely and having to go through verbal and physical abuse at a young age can really mess you up in numerous ways.

Especially if it's your own mother doing the majority of the damage. It's something that will stay with me for the rest of my life.

Constantly peeking over my shoulders will be a part of my life now and forever, simply not trusting anyone, either. Yes, I may talk to random strangers, but that doesn't mean I'm going to trust them so damn easily, like before.

We both came to a complete stop. He takes out the car keys from his dark black jeans and opens the back door of the passenger seat, wide open. He strolls to the back of my wheelchair and starts pushing me closer to the passenger door.

In a split second, my body was on the concrete floor. His abrupt laughter that echoed through the empty parking lot was heard.

Extreme pain shot up and spread throughout my arms and legs.

"Whoops, my bad sis." He amusedly let's out. But I know that he did that on purpose. He doesn't even try to hide it.

Two people can play this stupid game. If my mother and stepfather couldn't break me. What makes him think he can? My blood was boiling at this point.

Trying to sit-up on the hard concrete ground was not easy. These words smoothly spilled out of my mouth. "Why did you do that?" I asked as calmly as possible, while gazing up at him. Patiently waiting for his "response" if he gives me one.

”What are you talking about? I haven't done anything yet.

That was your own fault, stupid girl. Who told you to lean forward like that?" He had this dark amusement hint in his eyes, along with a sinister smirk displayed on his lips.

He stands tall, crossing his arms over his broad chest, looking down at me as if he was waiting to see a reaction from me.

Anything that can satisfy him—that's what he just did to me wasn't a waste of his precious time.

So why not go with the flow... right?

”Oh... umm. I'm so sorry. I just thought that you pushed me to the ground. Sorry for assuming it was you. " You can see the disappointment in his stormy gray eyes; he wanted the opposite of what I've just done.

He wanted me to scream at him or cry, but that's not happening. Not today.

Trying to get myself off the ground was useless; a sudden pain spread throughout my body in seconds. I guessed the doctor wasn't joking when he said, "Don't exceed yourself too much with the movements."

I raised my hands in the air, urging him to carry me to the passenger seat. He raised his right eyebrow at me.

His dominant side was showing. Was it because I looked so hopeless to him, or was it because I was on my knees begging him to carry me?

"Won't you help your new step-sister out?

Or do I have to call someone else to help me out, instead? " That sinister smile on his face was wiped out by my second question.

All he said was "Help yourself" while strolling back to the hospital, leaving me here on the hard ground.

My brown eyes roamed through the enormous parking lot.

My gaze instantly lands on a tall, well-built, blonde guy. He was walking back to his black car with a conflicted, cute look on his face.

From the corner of my eye, I could see my stepbrother halted in one spot and following my gaze, which landed on the guy who was right now fishing for his car keys inside his dark blue jeans pocket, mumbling something to himself.

” Hello, Mister, who is looking for his car keys.

I am so sorry too, um, disturb you at such an unfortunate time. But can you, please, please help me get into that car? " I point my finger at the red vehicle while giving him a pleading look.

For a small moment, Mr. Conflicted gazed at me, and something dark flickered through his dark blue eyes. He quickly masks it with a big warm smile.

"Sure, why not?" He walks up to me and picks me up gently from the ground with ease.

The faint aroma of his cologne invaded my nostrils instantly. He smelled like a mixture of spearmint and wild peppermint.

From the corner of my eye, I can see Kevin's dark eyes narrowing. His lips press together rather tightly, while he clenches his jaw.

Why is he so mad?

Did he expect Mr.Conflicted not to help me out?

"Explain this to me. Why were you on the ground in the first place? "Mr.Conflicted asked me with an amused gaze, while he gently slid me into the passenger seat, as gently as humanly possible.

"Well, I thought that if I could stand up from my wheelchair by myself then I could walk just fine. But my doctor clearly warned me not to do anything stupid that could injure me more than I already am.

And me, being the stubborn girl that I am. I didn't listen to his warnings.

But it's a good thing you were here to help me out of this bad situation, Mr. Conflicted."

"Mr.Conflicted?" he asks, amusedly raising an eyebrow at me. Oops, it slept out of my mouth without a second thought. Shit.

"You're one of those people that likes to put random nicknames on strangers, right?"

I nodded my head with a shy smile forming on my face as my eyes averted his curious dark eyes.

My cheek warmed up when his dark gaze didn't sway away from me, as if he was waiting for a good response.

"Sorry about that. And thank you again, for helping me out." He just simply nods as he keeps eyeing me with those eyes.

"No problem, Ms. Damsel in distress.

And my name is Lucas, by the way. " He starts laughing at the nickname he gave me.

" I guess I'm not the only one that nicknames people... But anyway, my name is Emma.

Nice to meet you, Lucas." We shake hands. He stops laughing and thinks for a brief moment.

"I guess you're not the only one, Ms. Little Flower. We will see each other around.

Please, don't do anything stupid that could end up in a situation where you need to ask a complete stranger for help. There won't be another like me.

Next time, you can come into contact with a psychopath.

And you won't want that, right? " He smiles warmly. But it doesn't reach those dark blue eyes.

A chilling feeling went down my spine and spread through every muscle in my body.

I nod slowly, thinking about the last statement he made about a psychopath. He lightly pats me on the head like a child.

He gently closes the door while giving me one last long look before he starts walking back to his black vehicle.

I keep my gaze fixated on Lucas, thinking about the strange vibes that came off of him throughout this whole little encounter we just had.

Forgetting about Kevin, I look back at where Kevin was standing a moment ago, expecting to see him standing there watching.

But he was gone.

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