Tarzan (Rated R)

Chapter 2 - fall into my hands.

I watch Justine next to her boyfriend as they hold hands and peck each other's lips every once in a while, she does amazing acknowledging me being a third wheel and keeps to my side more than his. On the other hand, he couldn't care less if I was even in the same vicinity, he will grope and swallow her face every single chance he gets. One couldn't help but think he is doing this on purpose or that is just purely out of his affection for her. Either way, my message was clear, I wasn't supposed to be here.

Lying in bed all day using my counted minutes in life to dedicate it all to w******d, anime and video games, my life hasn't exactly been filled with excitement and adventure. Unlike my roommate Justine who is constantly invited to endless parties and events, one would like at us and assume the total opposite.

Justine is a slim thick Romanian goddess with Midnight hair brushing past the back of her knees, olive skin, big brown eyes and full lips, everyone assumes she is the bookworm.

I however large hips and ass, a swole stomach and medium breasts, dark brown skin, cat eyes, full lips and tight curls, everyone assumes I'm the party animal. My dating life hasn't been easy; typical Nerds, playboys and momma's boy. Both that there is anything wrong with it, it just isn't my things. That is why I have my w******d life, it's much easier creating scenarios in my mind, at least than I can control my own story.

As we entered the thin trail, I can feel my phone vibrating in my left arm holder. Upon glancing at it I'm bombarded with notifications from my w******d community. All my favorite books have been updated, my w******d family checking in on me and requests for me to update my own books. I haven't genuinely smiled in a while I can feel my cheeks tearing.

"Ohhh who is making you smile that way?" Justine sings pulling me from my train of thoughts. I need to be careful with my facial expressions more, though coming from a good place and the right intentions I didn't really like having the spotlight on me, I never knew how to respond nor react, Smiling and playing it off was my best option.

"Oh, it's nothing" I giggled turning my eyes away praying she will drop the subject, upon the random glances my eyes caught onto something that made my heart leap, just when I looked away from the awkward, I caught a glimpse of what looked like a figure in the shadows. Squinting harder it appears to be an oddly shaped tree branch.

Odd, I could have sworn -

"Alright ladies, shall we proceed?" Philip says boorishly looking directly at Justine with his hand reaching towards her to take, I glanced one more time at the mysterious shadow of the tree before gathering my things and heading towards the others. Entering the trail, I feel My notifications go off non - stop and I find myself paying more attention to my device than the walk itself answering all questions, statements and comments in my stories and stories I commented on.

"Please update 'Pose for me'?"

"Can you please update 'blackout'?"

"Where are you queen? We miss you!"

I guess it wasn't a bad idea to let them know how I spend my time, definitely not going to tell them how I lay in bed all day stalking everyone's profile or on google looking up my favorite celebrities' Great, great grandparents or s**t like that. Glancing at the two ahead of me that's paying me not even a single glance kissing away and walking, I guess I'm in clear. I pause for a few seconds trying to take the perfect picture, not an easy process. If I'm going to post my face at least I got to not look like Bigfoot. I hear Justine giggle not too far from me and decide to walk, Unconsciously I begin walking the wrong direction until I found a glorious light to enhance my melanin.

I was so lost into taking pictures I haven't noticed I can't hear Justine anymore, it's time to head back and quickly. Before heading back, I decide to take one more just for souvenirs, there was an Amber hue through the cracks of the branches and I couldn't help myself, but near it was a hill. A hill so far down I can feel my bones shake just from thinking about how no one could ever survive a fall like this. Yet the view was magnificent a sea of a green horizon from all the desert I traveled through earlier, I can just hear all the life down there.

The question to myself was Am I really going to put my life on the line just to take a selfie and post it to a media where no one has any pictures up or just avatars? Am I really going to put my life on the line for that?

Leaning in just a little closer to the edge where a faint ray of the golden hue kissed the top of my forehead enhancing the dark brown color of my eyes to a golden honey, I made a pouty face stretching out my lips until it's a long duck face. Thick full lips stretch into a meaty 'o' shape all glossed up. I'm right near the edge and holding up my phone to give an areole view of the scenery when something catches my eye in the picture frame. My intestines fell to my p***y, and I can feel urine escaping my bladder freely.

Upon further inspection of my areole view my phone Frame picked up a sleeping Mountain lion on the floor right under neath me. How the hell did I miss all of that brown in all this green? Well not including me of course. Head lays flat with half its mouth open revealing a long canine at the front, eyes closed partially letting the white appear at the bottom.

It's like it's on guard even as it sleeps.

I can't conjure any w******d boyfriend or scenario to get me out of here, I don't suppose the cougar has either. My only savior now is myself; I can feel my guardian Angel laughing at me. Me save myself from death two seconds away. For crying out loud I threw saltwater fish into fresh water thinking I was finally doing something good.

Slowly backing away I watch the rise and fall of its belly and the occasional jerking of its feet, I have been through many things in my life that made me wish I was never born, but staring at death right in my face made me realize to be grateful in life. My world seems to be shrinking my head spirals out of control, how badly I want to turn away and run but I have a feeling that it might not be the best idea considering my footsteps are enough to rumble the ground.

Backing away felt like an eternity and to be honest if I make it out alive this trip is coming to a complete end, there is no way I will continue this trail knowing a loose man-eating cat will wake up at any moment. I felt my bones turn cold, halting entirely when it growled in its sleep, the bile in my throat begins to hurt from swallowing my whimpers and cries.

Dear God, these mini steps I'm taking aren't getting me far enough, I'm still as close to it as ever. Thank goodness my phone is on silence, the smartest thing I have ever done with my life.

I'm finally away from the figure, not entirely, it's still in my view but further away to the point I can pick up my pace faster. I release a quiet breath but still swallow my cries, because if I start crying it won't be pretty nor quiet. It's more of a screeching goat. I made it, I can finally turn now, lifting a little leg high enough to jump over the rock I land hard on something and with my luck a roar so loud almost sent me to cardiac arrest, I felt a sharp immense pain so bad I cried out. If it wasn't awake before it is now. The claws of its feet scratch my right ankle, lifting up leg I realize I stepped on its tail.

See, either luck isn't on my side, or my guardian Angel is amused at my stupidity so much, so he/she constantly tests it for fun. My sobs of pure terror finally break out of me, turning around I felt like I was hit by a train. With a large jump the cat lands right on top of me, I have never screamed so hard nor felt this amount of fear. The force of the jump was so powerful both me and the cat are rolling down some hill I didn't know I climbed, Sharp rocks piercing my back after every roll but it's nothing compared to the claws that are latched into my biceps, leg claws latched onto my thighs, I'd prefer falling over the cliff actually, at least I'd die in one go. But it looks like my death will come with terrible gut tearing pain.

Honestly, I didn't want to die at all.

I prayed we never stopped rolling, the fate that awaits me in the end is a horrible one. It didn't stop the cat from feasting, I felt its canines break through my bicep, the force of the pain sent strong lightning through my brain awakening my senses from the fearful paralysis, though I'm at a disadvantage and super weaker I struggle against my opponent using my other hand with the phone I was still holding somehow and began pounding away at its eye. The moment I dreaded the most has come.

We stopped rolling, the cat on top.

It breaks its latch on my bicep and tries going for my neck with its claws still buried in my arms, it's quick, and smart, I'm weak and dumb as rocks. My strength, smarts, stamina are nothing, but I can't die like this especially without trying. Baring the pain for as long as I can I managed to lift up my left arm as it extends its canines to me and right before it comes down on me my arm becomes my protection and it bites into my arm. I didn't know I had a throat to scream anymore or any tears. I begged for my heart to just stop but it kept beating, I screamed loud for Someone to hear me or loud enough to make the beast go away, but it only angered the cat, and it bit down harder breaking through my bone. I lost all feeling in my arm, good and bad.

The cat turns its head left and right with force, it's trying to break my arm off, I'm losing blood, I'm losing strength, my vision, I feel my heart weakening, all noise silenced - I can't even hear it's growling anymore, my vision fights to remain but all the colors faded leaving a gray and black background.

I am dying, this is what it feels like?

I'm suddenly cold, this was the end, I felt a tear roll down the corner of my eyes, I'm ready to die, no one is going to save me, and no one is going to find me. With my last breath I use it to inhale the earth one final time, smells like blood. With one final exhale I let go, I'm coming dad.

Suddenly a huge weight was lifted from me, a wind force so powerful it turned my head opposite direction, teeth and claws ripped my skin away as it was forcefully released. What is that? A person? I watch the tall figure in what looks like a loin cloth and long curly locs, back side beautifully muscled and large toned arms.

What is he holding? A knife?

I watch the scene unfold, the cat with my blood painting it's face with my flesh hanging down its mouth repeats its action and tries to jump towards the person, the man ducks down dodging the cat and rolls towards its end, the cat doesn't bother and looks at my direction and starts moving towards me. My heart leaps again and I begin to cry unable to move, shutting my eyes tightly I await the moment, but it never came. I hear a heavy thud and hesitantly open my eyes once more, somehow the man managed to catch up to the lion before it reached me and the two now wrestled.

The lion on top, but the man held his own, unlike some people. Both managed to break free from the hold as he is now on all fours with the cat mimicking. His arm leaks blood and so does the lion's arm. No matter how much he withstands from the lion he doesn't move from his spot in front of me. My vision is getting weaker, he turns towards me for a quick second, and I felt my heart suddenly zap igniting all my cells and muscles.

Handsome, striking eyes that are full of determination, plump lips with gloss and a jawline of perfection. Oh my, and he is here to save me half naked? I need to stay alive for this. Clenching my fists, I fight hard to move, the pain is excruciating but I need to let my brain and heart know I ain't going into the light yet. Seeing as though I'm fighting to stay alive, he grits his straight teeth and turns towards the lion. It's like I can read the moment from his perspective.

Let's end this, now.

With one final jump from the cat, he launched himself upwards with it, his force was strong enough and both him and the lion roll backwards into a bush. I can't see anything else; the silence is deafening - but then again, I can't hear s**t. Suddenly a rustling of the leaves makes me want to sit up and back away, the rustling becomes faster and then he comes out of the bush, covered in blood and in his hand is the head of the lion. Teeth bare and eyes closed.

He saved my life, I can feel how happy the tears are, but it wasn't enough to stop my vision from darkening. No, just when my guardian Angel quit laughing and did his/her job, it was too late. I see him walking closer to me and I can feel myself drool, or maybe that's blood.

He bends down to my level digging a hand underneath my knees and protecting my nape, he lifts me without a single struggle, I can't leave my eyes open for any longer and I felt my body fall into his arms, uttering my last words.

"T-thank you" I breathlessly said.

"Truhger Naga" came a deep baritone voice that would have had me wet if I was conscious, whatever he said in whatever language he spoke gave me a peaceful mind. I close my eyes with a smile.

Wait, did he just call me the "N" word?

Truhger means sleep, it's not in the dictionary but I just added it now! lol hey Pearl's if you like the story please Vote, like and comment. Oh and follow me here and I'm social media so I can speak with you guys.!

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