Thread: RP: Shame: Wanted [ Horror_Show & DarkofNight]

Millies lungs had heart every time she inhaled. She wasnt near nowhere in shape to be doing this kind of psychical conditioning but that didnt stop her from trying. She had the rain pounding all over her small petite body, she often had to squint and would open her mouth as the water cascaded down her face. Her shoes, ankles and calfs were covered in mud. She had run across the field, using the wet turf to wipe off mud so she could push herself to climb and descend the stadium stairs. She would be lucky not to break her neck with her tennis shoes against the wet concrete and metal. The more she pushed herself, the pain got worse in her legs, feet and lungs. She didnt care, she almost craved it. There was this unknown drive she couldt quite place her finger on, it gave a high adrenaline rush. She was unaware she had alarmed Brandon and he was close, waiting, watching her crazy attempt at exercising in the middle of the night. She got to the top of the stadium stairs, she took a break watching lightening flash across the sky. Thunder was always close behind as the sky raged. She was out of breath and slumped over on her rear, taking a break as she struggled to catch breaths. Using her hands to rub the oncoming rain out of her face. She leaned back, closing her eyes, almost embracing the chaos of the storm. It didnt matter she was out alone in the early morning, in the middle of a raging storm. The wind was unleashed and the surrounding air smelled damp and she loved it. She had always found solace in storms. She would sit outside on their pitiful wooden porch connected to the trailer, watching them in the summer. There was a certain rhythm to the downpour that I caught amidst the wind unleashing a torrent of its own. The rain exhibited no sign to cease, the inception of the storm had only just arrived. Millie got up to start her descend down the stadium seating back down to the open field. She used the railing going down to help prevent her from loosing her footing and she went down at a slower pace. She was nearly to the bottom when she slipped and fell but caught herself on the railing. That didnt help her from twisting her left ankle, she breathed out but didnt let out any other sound of pain. She sat on the stairs letting her hands check her ankle, it wasnt broken, maybe sprained or sore. She had to get home so she used the railing to limp up. She hopped down the few sets of stairs and was back on the turf. She had started limping across the field toward the exit and thats when she noticed a car, a very familiar car and someone standing, waiting, concerned, fuming? He would see how soaked she was, covered in mud, limping. She was confused how he knew? Did he actually come home and find her gone? She saw him coming to aid her as he knew she had hurt herself somewhat. She knew this wasnt going to go down well but she couldnt help but notice how he looked so intriguing, so enticing, trying to be a knight in shining armor in the storm. She thought he would lend her a shoulder to wrap her arm around but she was completely lifted. She could already feel her soaked clothing, and mud staining his professional tailored clothes. She was breathing very heavy.