She'd slowed when she saw the letter flutter in the space between them, her eyes narrowing further as her teeth grit as she continued forward. This male she'd met only hours ago, had her so riled and annoyed more quickly than anyone had done since her father. As she neared him and grabbed her notebook, Kyra's mouth opened at his mocking tone. 

“You asshole, you-” Her words faded as his hand gripped hers, her heart skipping a beat as something flickers in the eyes before her. At his words her lips parted to hiss something, only to have the air stolen from her lungs as he tugged her forward and he leaned back. 

Her gaze was filled with green then. She didn't feel the wind whipping around them, didn't feel the weightlessness except for the male before her. A memory began to filter across her mind, a part she'd buried long ago after the incident that had ended with her moving in with her grandparents. 

[i] She was late.  She should have had her homework completed by now.

Ten-year old Kyra stilled when she heard the front door slamming shut. Her eyes scanned her half-completed homework with worry as heavy footsteps filled the silence of the house, she needed to move. She quickly hid her books and pencils before diving under her bed, her small body cling into a ball aa her father's footsteps neared her room. 

“Ky?” She heard and the blonde curled further into a ball, silence filled the air and Kyra hoped that he'd just go to bed. She shouldn't have bothered hoping, her door was slammed opened and the panic that filled her had her almost gagging. Between one blink and another, she was being held up by the collar of her shirt in her father's hands. He smelled of a mixture of alcohol and a faint scent she couldn't place, her eyes watered at the smell as she lowered her eyes to her carpeted floor. The feeling of her father moving had her head snapping upwards, they exited her room and were heading towards where her father's room was. Kyra's mouth opened as if to question him, only to snap shut when they turned left down the hallway and toward a room they hadn't opened in years. 

Her mother's old indoor garden. 

The door was opened and she was thrown inside, she spun around and found her father standing in the doorway. His once tanned face was now pale and lined with wrinkles, his prominent features were sunken and his hair was thin and gray. His lips twitched in a smile that didn't meet his eyes, Kyra remained still as he dug in his pocket and pulled out something she couldn't see. Plants were around her, once lush green and thriving with life. Now they were dead and brown from lack of water, she swallowed when her father began to laugh. Kyra saw a flick of orange and then the door was slammed shut and the blonde was on her feet. He'd lit the nearest plant and Kyra yanked on the door, her heart hammering in her chest as panic fills her veins. 

She turned to the window and ran toward it, slowing as she nears it and finds her father walking away from the house. She turns and finds the small blaze had grown within a few moments, her eyes turned to the window and she swallowed. 
Gathering her courage she grabs one of the nearest plants -that still wasn't on fire- she throws it at the glass. She does it once more and after a moment,  Kyra jumped and and curled her body into a small ball as glass met her skin. 

It was a long way down. [/i]

She remained still as the world spun around them. Her heart hammering and her eyes wide open. “I don't want to fall for you.” She grits as her hands twitch as her sides. 

[@Mae]