It was one of those days that was unbearably hot, when the sun beat down on the world and the grass itched your ankles when you ran in it. A four year old Jennifer Little wrinkled her nose and wiped the sleeve of her purple T- shirt as the yellow rubber ball went sailing past her. Snapping back to attention she ran after it as fast as her short legs could carry her. The local park was big and it was very easy to lose a ball there. She had already lost two to the vastness of the grass field and the marsh beyond. Luckily her ball was caught a ways away by a man in a black T-Shirt and jeans. She walked over to him cautiously as he bent and picked it up. He kept crouched down as she approached. His light brown shoulder length hair fell into grinning green eyes that pierced her as he held it up for her to see.
ldquo;Is this your ball? You should be careful with ithellip;rdquo; He had a young voice although he still sounded like a grown up.�Jen gave him a look that she hoped was grown up and tough but came off looking unsure and childish.�ldquo;Irsquo;m not aprsquo;posed to talk to strangers.rdquo; The manrsquo;s grin widened.
ldquo;My name is Ian Matherson, I just moved up the street. Whatrsquo;s your name?rdquo;
ldquo;Jennifer Little.rdquo; He grinned and handed her the ball. ldquo;See wersquo;re not strangers anymore, are we?rdquo;
She shook her head, sending her strawberry blonde pigtails bouncing in the sun. ldquo;How old are you, Jennifer?rdquo; She smiled at him and proudly held up four fingers for him to see.
ldquo;This many, how old are you?rdquo;
ldquo;More than that many.rdquo; He chuckled pushing her bangs away from her face. ldquo;Yoursquo;re such a pretty little girl. Did you know that? Yoursquo;re mom and dad must be so proud.�Cute little red heads like you are hard to come by. Yoursquo;re lucky.rdquo;
She looked at him curiously.�ldquo;Why?rdquo; Ian cupped her chin and quirked his head like he was studying her. Memorizing her. It made her slightly uncomfortable. ldquo;Because you will always have someone to take care of you; someone to watch over you where ever you go.rdquo;
ldquo;You mean like God?rdquo;
ldquo;Even better than God.rdquo; She trembled at that, involuntarily. Her name floated out over the breeze as her teacher called for her.�She took a step back into the direction of safety. ldquo;Ian...rdquo;�He closed his eyes in relish at the sound of his name coming from her...
ldquo;Yes, Jen?rdquo; She took another step back... ldquo;I have to go.�My teacher wants me.rdquo; Little did she know a lot of people wanted her.�But only one person was going to have her. Only one.�Hersquo;d let her go for now.
ldquo;Goodbye then, Irsquo;ll see you soonhellip; little Jen.rdquo; Her eyes widened at him before she took off running in the opposite direction. His green eyes glued to her until she reached her teacher. His eyes narrowed at her as she ushered his Jen to the waiting bus.
ldquo;Soonhellip; Very soon.rdquo;����������������
��������������� Ian Matherson stood outside the quaint little house looking in through the glass window at his little princess. It wasnrsquo;t hard to track her home. She was unmistakable to him now. He had memorized every inch of her face; every dip and pitch of her young lilting little voice.
�She was beautiful and innocence personified, and oh how he treasured that. His Jennifer Little.
����� And she would be his.
�His jaden eyes followed her every move through the glass. Jenrsquo;s gait was slow and melodic as she wiped her eyes sleepily, and sped up a pace once her feet hit the cold tile of the kitchen floor. She stopped in front if the stainless steel doors of the refrigerator door and pulled them open for a drink. Pulling out a pitcher of iced tea, she set it on the counter and turned. Jen froze as she peered outside into the dark. There was a shadow lurking there. She couldnrsquo;t tell if it was a man or an animal, but the way the moonlight hit it just right made its eyes flash an eerie green.
Ianrsquo;s heart raced as the little girl hersquo;d been watching looked right at him, her turquoise eyes widened in cautious fear. He wanted her to know that she never had to fear him. A part of him grew angry that she even dared look at him that way.�He wanted that wary curiosity that she gave him at the park. Let her look at him like that again.
Let her call his name again.
He closed his eyes in reverence of her sweet voice and how his name rolled off her tongue like candy. �He trembled at the thought, before gazing deeply into her eyes with his own.
ldquo;Jenhellip;rdquo;
He reached out for her, a look of pain and longing on his face. His hand collided with the cool glass of the window. The sound startled her with a jolt and she shot from the room at high speed. Ian let his hand trail down the glass, soaking his palm. He pulled his baseball cap lower over his head and stuck his hands into the pockets of his hoodie as he turned away from the window.
ldquo;One day, my little Jen, one day you wonrsquo;t be able to run from me. You wouldnrsquo;t want to.rdquo; He took a deep breath of the hot night air and shuttered at the thought of the little red head girl before disappearing into the wooded area behind the house.
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