Saving Katie - HollyS (i am malala young readers edition .txt) 📗

She stared around the small cafe, taking in the noises of other chatters, the different smells wafting around. She fiddled with the sugar pot on the table, it was nothing fancy just a small clear plastic tub, with different sugar packets inside, white sugar, brown sugar. Continuing her gazing tour round the cafe she took in the different paintings on the wall, coastal and farmland, nothing to her a taste... until she looked down at the table under a rather dull countryside painting and noticed a pair of deep blue eyes staring back at her. She was lost instantly everything around her dulled out it was just him and her. She felt a rush of excitement, the same rush she had felt more then an hour ago when she had managed to escape the clutches of her dull bedroom which she nicknamed her prison and made it out to the big wide world for the first time in a long time.

The owner of the blue eyes smiled and she couldn't help herself she had to smile back, she could feel her face flushing. "Well who wouldn't flush at those beautiful eyes" she thought to herself. She took in the rest of him, there was a slight tan to his face and his dark hair just flopped boyishly where it wanted, then there was his lips, the oh so kissable lips. She fancied nothing more then to kiss those lips right now. Instead she broke the eye contact aware that she had been gone to long and should make her way home.

She rose from her chair, pulled her black hooded jacket of the back and made her way out. Not daring to look at those blue eyes again. She moved quickly weaved her way through the tables and was out of the door in a heartbeat. Looking up and down the street she made her way home. Thinking only of those blue eyes. Lost in her own world, not realizing she was being followed, she jumped from her skin when a hand gently grabbed her wrist, giving a small scream she turned and was faced with those blue eyes again, the ones moments ago she had avoided.
He smiled at her, letting go of her wrist "I needed to know your name" he told her as simply as that. She thought through the answer for a moment, instead of giving her name she said "That's very forward of you". He chuckled and moved a section of dark hair from his eyes, "I couldn't let you go without knowing, so please what is it?". Taken back she stared like an idiot, just staring into his eyes, then before she started drooling she guessed she had better answer him. "I'm Katie" she smiled, he smiled back. "And I'm Karl, nice to meet you Katie and can I just say you are beautiful. He took in the figure before him she was a lot smaller then himself, she had beautiful chestnut hair that sat just below her shoulders without a curl in sight, and the eyes the beautiful green eyes, they just finished off her wonderful English rose complexion.
"I need to go", she half smiled and turned to carry on her journey, the house wasn't far, a few minutes and she would be home. She got to the end of the street and turn right being careful as she approached the third house down, her house. Creeping up the side of the gravel drive so she didn't alert anyone to her presence she crept around the back of the house then down to some old stone steps to her room... the basement.

Katie couldn't remember the last time she had been out, four maybe five years, when your locked up all the time for being "crazy" you don't get much chance to see the outside world. Daddy had made sure of that, but then he had made a mistake leaving her in the house on her own, leaving the key to the door in such an easy place to find, not that she had been looking for it, it just fell from a shelf in his study while she was hunting for a book to read. She shouldn't resist the urge to use it and get out, and the thrill it had given her knowing that she could escape even for just a short time was amazing. Returning to her room she flopped down on her bed and looked about, it was dull and boring, the lilac paint had faded and grown grubby over the years. The only thing she was grateful for was having anything she wanted, her T.V, the stereo the laptop. Those things made life bearable even though she had no internet access.

She laid for a while and thought of her mother, who had passed when she was only two, she had photo's of her, but could never remembered being held by her mother or what her mother was like. From the photo's Katie could tell that her and her mother were very much alike, the same figure and eyes, the colour of her hair must have come from some where on her daddy's side. All Katie knew was herself and her mother had been in a terrible accident, her mother's car had skidded on some ice on the road late one January evening, they had been on their way home from shopping, the car had collided with another car then continued to skid into a wall it had killed her mother out right but by some miracle Katie survived.


Katie soon dozed into a peaceful fulfilled sleep dreaming of nothing but the man she had met today, the man with the beautiful blue eyes... Karl.


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He was hypnotized by the girl, the way she moved, the way she had been looking round the cafe as though she had never seen anything like it before. As though she had been a tourist seeing everything for the first time. He had watched her taking in the smells and the noises, watching the other people, he'd been praying she would glance his way and when she had it was as though an angel and looked at him.

He didn't often pay much attention to girls, well not enough attention that a girl would put a hold on him like she had, he'd had girlfriends nothing important, nothing that would ever of lasted. She had been different, she was something else, something out of this world. His heart had leaped into his throat when she had smiled back at him, and now, here he was, standing in a street people all carrying on with business while he watched her go, powerless to stop her, as much as he longed too. It was over within minutes when he rushed from the cafe to catch her the conversation was short and sweet not what he had in mind. At least he had a name for her now... Katie.... sweet Katie.

The familiar ringing noise brought him back to life, reaching into his jean pocket through some change and a reciept, he dug out his mobile phone, looking at the caller I.D he could see it was his boss probably ready to give him an ear bashing for being late. He pressed the green answer button and held the phone to his ear.
"Ah so you live then?" came the familiar voice "are ya planning on working today, Karl?". He chuckled "Possibly Jack, but that would all depend on what ya have for me". "You Karl Jenson are a cheeky good for nothing brat", The annoyed voice on the end of the line retorted. Unable to help himself Karl responded "And this my dear Jack is why you employ me, so what do i have?". "Right son two jobs, I need you in town to do a repair job at Martylands, shouldn't be anything too difficult an hours worth I reckon. Then I need you to whip to the supply shop to grab some materials and go along to Mrs Dubes and do some work there." Karl stared at the phone - anything but Mrs Dubes, her numerous clan of cats and the cold tea. "Anything you say boss" pressing the end call button he hung up and turned back, away from the direction in which Katie had gone, to go back to his van - yes he was a white van man - and how the public hated the white van man at times. He still longed to chase Katie, to talk to her more, but work called finding his van along the street he climbed in and started the engine to make his way to Martyland.

Katie woke to the sound of footsteps above her, rubbing her eyes, she stretched across her bed. It had been a nice sleep filled with dreams of a man with beautiful eyes, though as hard as she tried she couldn't remember where she had seen him, what his name was and she wasn't to sure if he was real or not. Listening to the footsteps she realized her father had returned, and pondered on whether going upstairs was worth it or not. Her stomache gave her the answer and rising of her bed she made her way to the door. Checking herself in the mirror, hair was a mess and she didn't bother to tidy it up.

Quietly making her way up the stairs leading to the kitchen she listened for any more noise in the house. She was sure she knew where to find her father if she needed too. Once she reached the kitchen she searched the fridge and cupboards for food settling on an apple from the fruit bowl on the side she left the kitchen and made her way in the hall to head up the stairs. Quietly creeping up the stairs running her hand along the oak banister, trying to miss any creaking floorboards she made it up the stairs successfully. She took a peep into the first door she came too and sure enough there was her father.

"Hello daddy" she called. Her father turned to the door and smiled. He was a tall man, the lose of her mother had aged him, he certainly wasn't old enough to look how he did. Yet he was still handsome. Broad shoulders, graying black hair, a well defined chin and brown eyes, not like her own green ones.
"Hello Katie, how are you? was everything OK while I was gone?" he asked her. "It was fine daddy, I was fine, I just did the normal really, read some new books I found." This pleased her father, he came out from behind his desk and rested an arm on her shoulder in a lose hug. "That's good." he smiled at her. He