The Tattoos on Her Back

What You Never Had

I run faster hoping the footsteps would slowly fade away, but nope. They kept up with me. I slow down hoping he would pass me, but nope still behind me. Ugh. This guy needs to get a life.

We pass a few buildings, and a few alley ways. Then I feel someone grab my arm and push me into the alley on our right. My back hits the brick wall behind me. Hard. My head is spinning, and my vision gets blurry.

"We meet again."

That voice....

"What do you want from me?" I asked in a more annoyed voice than anything.

"Nothing significant. But I do want one thing that you took from me" he said with his face so close I could feel his breath on my skin.

The hooded figure. Same voice. Same black outfit. It has to be him.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" I ask purposely spitting when I talked hoping he would back off. Nope.

"That can wait. I just wanted to make you aware that I will be around."

And just like that he was gone. I wasn't scared at this point, just because of what happened between me and Zac a few minutes ago. But if this was just a normal day, I would be scared for my life.

I gather myself back together, and decided to finish my run.... but in the other direction than what the hooded figure went.

...

When I got back to the gym, Zac was sitting on the steps with his head in his hands and his hair all ruffled up.

I stopped in front of him, and he looked up at me. It looked like he was crying.

I scoffed at him and walked past him. I push open the door, grab my stuff, and walked back towards the door.

And of course he was blocking the way out. I sigh and try to go around him. Nope. So I step back.

"What?" I said in a harsher tone than intended.

"Can we sit?" He asked gesturing to the door behind the punching bag.

"Fine. 5 minutes and then I'm leaving."

He opens the door, and the room was very small. The room contained a desk with a computer on it, and three chairs. Two in front of the desk and one behind the desk.

I took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk while he sat in the one behind the desk.

"5 minutes starting now" I said putting the time in my phone and placing it on the desk so both him and I could see it.

He takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry for asking those questions when I shouldn't have. I know pretty much everything about you, and you know nothing about me. And I'm really sorry." He sounded sincere enough.

"A. You know nothing about me. The only thing you know is how much of a d**k my father was.

B. Ya I'm glad you are sorry, but I'm kinda pissed off right now, and I really don't wanna talk to you."

He runs his hands over his face. "I understand. I just feel like I've screwed our relationship up so many times that I don't want to lose you. My greatest fear is losing you. I can't live with myself if I knew the reason I lost you was because of me." I could tell in his voice that not only was he about to cry, but what he was saying is true.

"Ok we aren't dating so stop talking like we are. Our relationship consists of nothing but training, a few conversations here and there, and a few texts. And you can't lose me if you never had me in the first place. I was never yours and I will never be yours. I belong to nobody but myself, and it's going to be like that forever. I'm sorry if you can't handle this, but it's the truth. So stop making the truth out to what it really isn't."

He just made his lips into a straight line and nodded his head with tears in his eyes. He took a few deep breaths before speaking. I could tell what I said shook him real bad.

"Forever?" There was a long pause. "I'm sorry you can't see what's right in front of you, but that's alright. Just like they say, there are plenty more fish in the ocean." With that, the timer goes off and we both get up.

I turn around to leave, and as I put my hand on the door knob I hear him say, "Goodbye......Rose."

I walk out and get in my car. I feel like my heart had just been hit with a dump truck. Why? I can't stand this guy.

I look in the mirror, and notice that my cheeks are stained with tear streaks. I wipe them away quickly, hoping they weren't there when we were talking.

I put the car in gear and look up. He was standing at the door with years in his eyes. I turn around and got ready to pull out into traffic, and in the rear view mirror I could see him wave goodbye.

I give the car a little gas, still keeping my eyes on him.

I look away. Why do I feel like I--

HOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNKK!!

Crash. Shatter. Scrape. Screams. Red.....