Divine Hearts Among the Sky

Chapter 2: Miss Chucky.

So I am walking with a stranger. Who could be a serial killer, or a psychopathic murderer for I know...

I don't know why I desperately said 'yes' to a stranger trusting my gut feeling, which prevailed me to trust him. 'If I die today, I am gonna put a knife in my gut' I thought to myself.

'What if, you get killed, tonight?' A voice in my head asked grimly, making me shiver.

"So, where did you live?" He asked interrupting my train of anxious thoughts.

"I uh I in a rented apartment," I said in a hushed voice, "my-my landlord wanted me out so he just threw me out"

He looked at me in disbelief "why would he do that?"

I cringed because of these sudden questions, "he's just he isn't a good man, so I just took off anyway without thinking about anything."

He felt my uneasiness and dropped the subject.

"So do you work?"

"Yes, unfortunately, even if I don't want to," I glanced at him with a blank face "I have to."

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me, "You don't like working?"

"Who likes working?" I looked at him in disbelief.

"I do," he said firmly.

"Now I am pretty sure you are an incarnation of Hannibal Lecter"

He smiled, "so where do you work?"

I sighed, "I am a writer, a freelance writer to be precise."

He looked at me for a moment, then nodded his head and started walking.

"What do you do?" I asked him eliminating the silence.

"I-uh I I have a business, the same ol' family business you know" he chuckled nervously.

I nodded and didn't question him more.

We were walking in a calming silence, till one of my bags fell with a thud "damn it" I swore loudly.

He came in front of me "let me carry your bags" He said looking at me, then at my bags.

Which caused butterflies inside my stomach, to fly more rapidly.

"I can carry my bags. I am not weak as I look, I am tough," I said proudly. Trying to match my 5'4 figure to his 6'1 something figure. Which made him chuckle.

"Okay, tough girl. I know you can carry these bags, but you have been carrying these bags for a long time now, so give me those bags," He said taking my three bags in his hands and started walking ahead of me.

However, I didn't move a bit. I just stared at him. Nobody ever did something this nice for me, for an extremely long time. All I got treated was as shitty as possible. 'I don't understand why he's being so nice to me, maybe he wants something I thought to myself being skeptical of him.

He stopped and turned around looking at me "Hey, are you coming, or not?" He asked tapping his foot on the road.

"Coming" I yelled back.

"Are you okay?" He surged towards me, with worry in his eyes. Man, stop it already with this worried face.

"I am okay. I am just tired, let's go," I walked rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands.

"Are you sure, you are okay?" He asked with concern lacing in his voice. Yep, he's going to kill me.

"Never been better," I said with a nervous chuckle.