Three:
Kavick
I panicked. I quickly aimed the gun at him and yelled, “Don’t move!”
The young man raised his hands at the sight of the rifle. His palms were covered in dirt and his blue eyes instantly grew twice their size. I stared at him for a second, confused and scared, and unsure of what to do. I was surprised Big John didn’t bark, or growl at him. The man was tall, white, and thin, yet also a bit muscular. He looked like he was around my age, but even stranger than that (besides being naked, of course) was his hair; it was long and black, hanging past his shoulders with white streaked in it underneath. I had never seen anyone sport hair like that before, and that was saying something since I came from California.
“Don’t shoot,” he said, looking at me with big, blue eyes. Icy blue, like the Husky I had seen, but big in fear, like my own.
He took a step toward me and I yelled in a shaky voice, “I said don’t move!”
He stopped and stared at the barrel of the gun pointed at him.
“I can explain,” he said, and I could tell he was trying very hard to speak calmly despite the gun being pointed at him. His voice got a little louder as it got harder for him to conceal his desperation. “I’m not here to harm you, so you can put the gun down.”
“Get out of here! I’m calling the police!”
I headed for the phone and he yelled, “No!”
Suddenly he was in front of me, tearing the gun out of my hands. I screamed and Big John let out a little growl. I ran back against the wall, looking for something to use as a weapon, but couldn’t find anything nearby that might be lethal. Big John was growling at him from the couch, standing up like he was going to attack the intruder. The stranger sat the rifle aside on the couch not far from Big John, but far enough that his hand wasn’t dangerously close to the angry wolf, and said to me, “I’m not going to hurt you, see?”
The calm in his voice sounded more genuine now as he slowly walked toward me. He didn’t get very close, much to my relief. He then turned around to Big John and held a hand out toward him like a command to calm him. “I’m not going to hurt her.”
His calm voice and commanding presence made Big John stop growling and relax back into a sitting position.
“Who are you? What do you want?” I asked, still nervous and not convinced I was safe.
“Just someone who needs help,” he said as he walked over to the front door and shut it. He locked it and then looked out the window in a very suspicious manner. He then turned back to face me. He smiled and I was shocked by how real and harmless it appeared. “You’ve helped me before, actually.”
I frowned at him, keeping my gaze on his face. “What do you mean?”
He lifted one of his arms and said, “I was hurt and you helped me. My arm’s all better now.”
He then pointed to the bare skin just beneath his ribs and said, “My side, too.”
I furrowed my eyebrows at him, trying to make sense of what he was saying, because what I did think he was saying wasn’t making sense. “I…I don’t understand,” I stuttered. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“There was a bear,” he said, walking toward me again, as if to help me remember him.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Just…let me get you some clothes,” I said, feeling along the wall so I could make my way to Uncle Justin’s room. Despite the boy’s attractive build, I really wanted him to put some clothes on.
“Thanks,” he said through an awkward chuckle.
How could this person be laughing and acting so pleasant? And how did he know about my run-in with the bear? Nothing was making sense.
I opened my eyes as I turned on the light. I grabbed a shirt from the back of the closet and tossed it onto the bed behind me. I was trying to look at him as little as possible. I then silently went over to the chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of Wrangler jeans from the very bottom. I was
Kavick
I panicked. I quickly aimed the gun at him and yelled, “Don’t move!”
The young man raised his hands at the sight of the rifle. His palms were covered in dirt and his blue eyes instantly grew twice their size. I stared at him for a second, confused and scared, and unsure of what to do. I was surprised Big John didn’t bark, or growl at him. The man was tall, white, and thin, yet also a bit muscular. He looked like he was around my age, but even stranger than that (besides being naked, of course) was his hair; it was long and black, hanging past his shoulders with white streaked in it underneath. I had never seen anyone sport hair like that before, and that was saying something since I came from California.
“Don’t shoot,” he said, looking at me with big, blue eyes. Icy blue, like the Husky I had seen, but big in fear, like my own.
He took a step toward me and I yelled in a shaky voice, “I said don’t move!”
He stopped and stared at the barrel of the gun pointed at him.
“I can explain,” he said, and I could tell he was trying very hard to speak calmly despite the gun being pointed at him. His voice got a little louder as it got harder for him to conceal his desperation. “I’m not here to harm you, so you can put the gun down.”
“Get out of here! I’m calling the police!”
I headed for the phone and he yelled, “No!”
Suddenly he was in front of me, tearing the gun out of my hands. I screamed and Big John let out a little growl. I ran back against the wall, looking for something to use as a weapon, but couldn’t find anything nearby that might be lethal. Big John was growling at him from the couch, standing up like he was going to attack the intruder. The stranger sat the rifle aside on the couch not far from Big John, but far enough that his hand wasn’t dangerously close to the angry wolf, and said to me, “I’m not going to hurt you, see?”
The calm in his voice sounded more genuine now as he slowly walked toward me. He didn’t get very close, much to my relief. He then turned around to Big John and held a hand out toward him like a command to calm him. “I’m not going to hurt her.”
His calm voice and commanding presence made Big John stop growling and relax back into a sitting position.
“Who are you? What do you want?” I asked, still nervous and not convinced I was safe.
“Just someone who needs help,” he said as he walked over to the front door and shut it. He locked it and then looked out the window in a very suspicious manner. He then turned back to face me. He smiled and I was shocked by how real and harmless it appeared. “You’ve helped me before, actually.”
I frowned at him, keeping my gaze on his face. “What do you mean?”
He lifted one of his arms and said, “I was hurt and you helped me. My arm’s all better now.”
He then pointed to the bare skin just beneath his ribs and said, “My side, too.”
I furrowed my eyebrows at him, trying to make sense of what he was saying, because what I did think he was saying wasn’t making sense. “I…I don’t understand,” I stuttered. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“There was a bear,” he said, walking toward me again, as if to help me remember him.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Just…let me get you some clothes,” I said, feeling along the wall so I could make my way to Uncle Justin’s room. Despite the boy’s attractive build, I really wanted him to put some clothes on.
“Thanks,” he said through an awkward chuckle.
How could this person be laughing and acting so pleasant? And how did he know about my run-in with the bear? Nothing was making sense.
I opened my eyes as I turned on the light. I grabbed a shirt from the back of the closet and tossed it onto the bed behind me. I was trying to look at him as little as possible. I then silently went over to the chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of Wrangler jeans from the very bottom. I was
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