The Roof top

A clear portrayal of Leo and Stacy smooching each other lovingly flashed through my mind and my hands began to twitch. I got dazed and I staggered a bit. I stood at the edge of the rooftop and I glanced down staring at the luminous vehicles driving on the smooth road and a few pedestrians strolling on the sidewalk. Lanky lampposts stationed on the road glistened the road. 

It dawned on me that it is the last view I'll be seeing before I'll die. I did not care. I stood at the boundary of the roof and stretched my left leg over the edge it wafted in the air. I moved nigher to the edge and I pulled my other foot off the edge and I was almost slipping off the boundary I unexpectedly felt a tight grasp around my stomach and I halted. My face was puzzled and I was wondering what was gripping me. I peeked down and I specked a rigid hand draped on my stomach. The hand looked masculine. It yanked me off the edge and we moved backwards.

I veered and I glanced at a tall full-figured man besides me. I couldn't recognize him. I was totally certain I do not know him. 

A fresh swell of rage rose in me and I screeched at him, "why did you stop me from falling off the roof?"

"Are you insane? Are you drunk? Did you want to kill yourself?" His brows were knitted. 

"Yea I wanna kill myself!" I fired back, "why did you stop me? Why didn't you just let me fall?"

"Seriously?" He raised his brows.

"Yea! I hate my life!" I screeched.

Rage spurted through Logan. Like everyone seated in the main room of the restaurant, he had come to have a meal. He was about leaving the restaurant when he received an urgent phone call. There was no reception on the downfloor and he proceeded to the roof top answerring his phone call when he spotted me.

Logan clenched his fists and he started to me and he gripped my arms so I wince in pain, "how dare you try to take your own life hun?" His eyes were like a burning fire that could consume anyone, "how could you wish to die? How can you ask to die? You're so ungrateful. There are lots of people who wish to have survived or to be breathing the same air as you are right now and you're thinking of death?" Images of his wife, Mia getting encircled by a lofty fence of blazingly hot fire and their home exploding in yellow blue flames flashed through his mind. Her voice squealing his name echoed in his ears.

My arms were starting to ache, it felt like they were being stifled. His hands were stiff like a rock I attempted to tug my arms from his clutch but I couldn't. "You're hurting me. It hurts." 

My voice tugged him from his thoughts and he became conscious that he is squeezing my arms and he glimpses at my arms looking quite sore. He caught a glimpse of my strawberry colored lips and he stroked it. He stood closer to me our foreheads was touching. He stroked my cheeks muttering, "Mia.."

An image of Mia's face flashed in his mind staring at the globe of my face. He weakly leaned his face on my shoulder and shed tears on my neck. He clenched his fists and he drifted from me. He started to the wall, "Mia!" He screeched and he flung a harsh punch at the wall thrice. My heart clobbered staring at him jabbing the wall. I stared at him as he also dropped to his knees. Crimson blood spurted from his knuckles, he felt a tingling pain in them and he moaned.

I detected tears flowing on his jowls and I felt he may want a warm hug. I thought that I am deeply hurt but he looks more hurt than I am. What could be his pain? What's weighing heavy on his chest? Why did i see intense rage in his eyes? Why did he mention the name Mia? 

I approached him and I squatted beside him. Before I could pat him on his back, he hastily moved into my arms snuggling me. I felt drops of his tears drizzling on my shoulder. I patted him lovingly on his back.

Logan and I started to listen to hefty footsteps and we drifted from each other's arms. We sighted two sturdy tall men standing across the rooftop and staring at us. We peeked at their rigorous arms which had scary tatoo marks printed on them and their ruggardly sinewed legs. The muscles on their legs were noticeable. They donned in jet-black hoodie and raven boots.

"Hey!" Squeaked one of them. His voice was hoarse. He looked robust like an elephant and a large beard encircled his cheeks. "Give us your wallet!" He said authoritatively.

"Nah!" Said the other goon shaking his head and he was ogling me. He was stripping me with his eyes. I felt tense and I became cognizant that I was wearing a taut blouse. The arch of my bust was indicated. I wrapped my arms around my chest. The goon swabbed his lips with his tongue and he grinned from ear as if I were a mouthwatering ice-cream he hastily wants to gnaw. I had not felt that harassed in my life. I wished I could run but I stood calmly like a frightened kitten. 

The goon approached me and he spanned his hand towards me, "come over here baby girl." 

"Don't you even touch her!" Logan screeched. His brows knitted and he grasped the goon's hand. 

"Stay.., " rage flowed through the goon like a lava, he yanked a rod, "outta this!" He screeched and he swatted Logan's head with it. Logan felt an intense pain in his head and he weakly plopped to the floor groaning.