Tracy did her best to stay as far away from me as she could, and between her death glares at me she would try talking to Jane.

  Jane was trying to play the moderator for me, but Tracy would not give an inch.

  Luckily the place I mentioned was not too far away. Hopefully there we could all calm down and talk things out.

  I didn’t think Tracy was a bad person, her arrogant demeanor was just a mask for her intense fear and trauma. I knew that putting up a facade like that was very lonely.

  We finally arrived at the entrance to a place I had wanted to see for a long time.

  “Why are we here?” Tracy spoke up immediately.

  We were at a dirt trail-head covered up by brush. The path would lead to the beautiful sight of a white flower field. However, I hadn’t expected Tracy to know of its existence. I thought back to the last time I was here, the footprints.

  “You know where this is?” I asked in response.

  “Of course I do, and such a beautiful place shouldn’t be dirtied by the eyes of some man.” She said harshly, but held a pensive look on her face.

  “I agree that it is quite beautiful, and I hope that once we arrive there that we can truly talk things out.” I spoke gently. Everyone looked between Tracy and I with curious expressions, our destination was still unknown to them.

  “Liar.” Tracy said and then started to walk on the trail. She led the entire group to the end of the trail, as if there was no need for me.

  We finally arrived at the beautiful hill full of precious white flowers.

  The second I saw the sight I got lost in its gentleness. The white of the flowers were so pure, untouched by anything dark or dull.

  Around me everyone else was enjoying the sight of the field. Each with their own perceptions and eyes for its appearance. We all silently listened to the sounds of nature; birds chirping, insects creating their own ruckus, and the gentle breeze rustling the flowers and surrounding trees.

  My shoulders loosened, and I took a deep breath.

  I waited until somebody else broke the silence.

  “It’s so beautiful.” Rachael said, but she seemed ashamed that she could not find a better word.

  Murmurs of agreement sounded between the group.

  “Tracy.” I called her name.

  She turned to face me with a face full of innocence, and when she saw me it changed to one of disgust.

  “Why are you interrupting me?” She asked in an arrogant tone.

  “We need to talk.” I started approaching her slowly, like you would a wild animal.

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  “Talk? About what?” she asked rudely.

  “You obviously have concerns about me.” I replied, and I was now just outside reaching distance of Tracy. Any closer and she might feel in danger.

  “Concern? You obviously deceived yourself into this group to use them for your own purpose.” She spoke with authority.

  I reached down to feel the flowers next to me, they were soft yet firm.

  “That isn’t true, I have no ill intention towards these girls.” I spoke with certainty.

  “Why should I believe you?” She asked almost threateningly.

  “From the beginning there is nothing that I could say to make you believe me.” I replied. Tracy looked shocked.

  “So?” She asked, but I could tell it was a last ditch effort.

  “I will keep on trying until I gain your trust.” I said normally.

  “Exactly what a deceiver would do.” Tracy scolded.

  Everyone around us had long backed away in an effort to leave us alone.

  “Do you believe that every man is evil?” I asked cunningly.

  “Of course, every man will fall into sin.” She replied like it was obvious.

  “Even your father.” I followed up.

  “My father is innocent.” She replied with frustration.

  “Then what is different about him?” I asked.

  “He… is my father.” she said while gritting her teeth.

  “There are lots of fathers in this world, and not all of them are good.” I spoke from experience.

  “But parents don’t have ill intentions toward their own children.” she explained, angry and slightly desperate.

  “Not all parents are like that.” I responded, this had become personal.

  “What do you mean?” She asked smugly.

  “I mean not all fathers treat their children nicely.” I said coldly, and there was presence behind my words.

  “Why wouldn’t they?” Tracy asked, angry at me for not understanding.

  I however remained silent, she had no reason to know this yet.

  “Why?” She asked again arrogantly.

  “See, you can’t find an answer, so you have failed at convincing me of anything.” She continued smugly.

  “You need to leave this group, a lowly dog like you needs to stay as far away from me as you can.” She insulted me again, but not a single bit was bothering me.

  I looked away from her and toward the bed of white flowers. A longing from inside me had made itself known. What I wanted?

  Life.

  “See, you can’t even keep eye contact with me.” She said again and she got closer. Thrusting her finger toward me repeatedly and then into my chest.

  “A ma-” Tracy started, but was cut off when she slipped on the ground. She was falling backwards into the flower bed.

  My heart raced, she was in danger, but my body reacted before I did.

  I dived after her, hugging her, and protecting her body with my own.

  We collided with the flower bed and then the ground. We then rolled downhill through a vast amount of vines and thorns.

  Luckily I had pulled Tracy’s head into my chest otherwise the thorns would have struck her.

  I was completely focused on Tracy in my embrace, she was trying to turn and wiggle out of my arms. I didn’t hear, feel, or see anything else.

  I didn’t hear the screams that sounded through the air.

  I didn’t feel the pain of being stabbed by thorns.

  I didn’t see the cloud of white and green swirling around us.

  After a long… long roll I landed on my back. I finally let out a deep breath.

  “Mmph” A sound came from my chest. Tracy looked up to me, and the fear in her eyes was frightening. Her eyes had teared up and her face screamed despair.

  I immediately released her and backed away.

  Tracy sat clutching her knees while whispering to herself.

  “Again… Again a man touched me.”