All Hallows' Haunt

by Kenna Bellrae

The black-haired girl mostly blocking her moved back and without any more forethought, I started moving. I ran across the asphalt and dropped to my knees several feet from where Sienna stood. The sound caused her to look my way and step back. “Oh, fuck!” she yelled, and her hands shot up in front of her chest. I slid as close to her as I felt comfortable and popped back up onto my feet. My intention was a smooth landing right in front of her. Then my toe caught against the ground, and I sailed forward. I couldn’t stop my trajectory; I moved too fast and with no room. It unfolded in slow motion. Sienna’s eyes widened as my hands grabbed her by the hoodie. Her fingers twisted into my dress shirt; nails scratched my skin. I slammed into her hard, and where her body pressed against mine scorched my mortal soul. She wasn’t enough to stop the momentum. We were going down. I unbalanced her, and she fell back toward the grassy hillside. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her waist and twisted my upper half. I picked Sienna up off the asphalt and pulled her into my chest so that I took the brunt of my fuckup. We hit the ground with the force I anticipated.