Lass die Liebe regieren (1/2)

                                    

                                          
"Lass die Liebe regieren" - Madsen
🎵 Weil purer Hass auf Dauer traurig macht / Und das Leben viel mehr zu bieten hat / Weil wir mit uns kämpfen / Un weil wir uns brauchen  🎵
The unknown man with the piercing yellow eyes began to shove his way, rather forcefully, through the large crowd of people towards me. With every step he took, he drew nearer, and my heart began to speed up in my puny chest.
It's ridiculous, I tried to tell myself. There was no way this hunk of a man was coming all the way towards me. I mean, I was on the bench which was situation close to the washroom; therefore, the poor guy probably really had to go! We've all been there before. And even if he was coming towards me, what the hell could he possibly want? I didn't owe him money!
Still, it was impossible to ignore the drive and motivation that was clearly illustrated in his eyes, which refused to deviate away from me, as if he were afraid that if he looked away for a mere millisecond, I'd disappear. 
He towered over everyone else in the crowd of passengers, but the nearer he got, the more panicked I began to feel. It's stupid, really. I mean, he's totally not coming towards me specifically— wait, no. He is.
Damn it!
"Hey, ready to go to the beach?" I thankfully heard Dominik ask as he exited the washroom and quickly made his way up to me.
My face must've been pale with nerves because the teenage boy looked down at me confused.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
I glanced over his broad shoulder, seeing that the yellow eyed man had frozen in his tracks. His previous grin had evaporated from his handsome face, and for the first time since I'd laid eyes on him, his gaze shifted away from me towards Dominik. The man seemed to narrow his gaze at the teen, shooting lasers of utter hatred and disgust into his back. Shoot, even his upper lip seemed to curl upwards, resembling a snarl.
Um, what is going on here on this day?
"N-nothing," I stammered, getting off the bench while keeping a cautious eye on the mysterious guy who still stood dead in the crowd, his gaze affixed to me. The smart thing to do would be to tell Dominik that some creeper was staring at us; however, given the guy's stature and the fact that he looked like two Dominiks in one, I didn't have too much faith in my teenage companion. I suppose if Dominik tried to fight him, I could run off while Dominik got his ass kicked?
Dominik didn't seem to believe me, and he narrowed his yellow eyes down at me, scanning my supposedly frightened features. His angry face softened as he took in my expression, and he bit down on his lower lip. "Hey," he said, holding out his pinkie towards me, "I won't ever let anything bad happen to you, I promise."
I stared at his pinkie, considering what he meant. I really hope that he's telling the truth because my nerves were out of the roof! Quickly, I took his pinkie in mine.
Dominik gave my finger a squeeze before wrapping a secure arm around my waist, pulling me in so close to him that there was not even a centimeter of air between us.
In response, the unknown dude's grimace grew and he looked like he'd lunge at us at any second.
I'm sure it was nothing, it had to be. No, I'm positive that it's nothing. My frazzled brain is just working in overtime due to the stress of getting on the wrong train and from Dad's panicked attitude over the phone. That's it.
I forced myself to look forward as Dominik led us away from the train station, and down a cobblestone road. One of the cool things about Europe is that its significantly older than North America, town-wise. Hence, a lot of the places are a lot more historic and have more interesting architecture. Plus, they're a lot more walkable. That being said, I could see the large expanse of the ocean out over the town of Nordwestmecklenburg, and it looked like it would indeed be quite the trek.