Before you knew

53. Familiar

Life goes on as it did.

Or so I thought...

A week later Clay and I are in Orlando to get dinner somewhere, both of us to lazy. 'So then I just asked her normally, but she looked at me as if I were crazy.' Clay says finishing his story about how he asked a girl out for the first time. I laugh 'well you are weird.' I say. 'That's not fair' my eyes land on a familiar person further ahead. I stop in my track as Clay talks on, not noticing. 'I shouldn't have yelled through the cafeteria, but you, know.... me.' Clay notices and stops too, turning to me. All blood has drained from my face as the person meets my eyes. I back up, Clay walking up to me and blocking the view. It cant be him. It can't be them. Kim said they'd go on holiday. Why here? Why exactly here, of any place in the whole wide world.

'Amelia?' Clay asks as he leans down a little. 'You're really pale, are you feeling sick.' He asks as he places his hand on my cheek. When I see the two, sadly familiar people walk up I grab Clays shirt. 'Please we....' I let go and start to walk. Hurriedly. I can't face them. I can't. 'Amelia?!' I even left him behind in my flee. He grabs my hand. My body shakes as I feel icy cold. 'Clay please walk.' I say as I yank my hand from him. 'What's going on.' He asks as he looks behind himself while walking next to me.

I glance back to see that they are following. 'Clay please get me out of here.' I beg as I grab his arm while still walking. 'What's wrong?' He asks as he lets me pull him closer. I squeeze his arm harder. 'Please Clay.'  He looks around, towering above most people here. 'Okay, take my hand.' He says. ' take his hand and he starts to walk quicker, leading me through people and streets.

'What is it? Are you ill?' He asks as we stop behind a corner and he feels my face again. 'No. No that's not it.' I say as I look around us. 'Then what is it?' My body still shakes. Exhausted by the tenseness in my muscles. 'Are you cold?' He asks as he lays his hand on my shoulder. I know I'm not, because it's quit warm out. I'm sweating get feeling freezing cold. 'I- I don't know.' I say. 'Come here.' Clay says as he pulls me in for a hug. Hidden from the world in the tall man's embrace, I force myself to stop my muscles form being as tense as they arm. 

'What is going on?' He asks softly.

'They're here.'