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“Hello, I’m Detective Colby. I’m looking for a Mister Iero.” I swallowed hard, dropping my gaze immediately to the floor, letting my pale blonde hair cover any of my features from this brown eyed policeman, my grip on the doorframe tightening.
“He’s busy right now, maybe you could come back another time?” I couldn’t see her dark brows crinkle in disappointment, but I heard it in her voice, lining each of her carefully chosen words, trained responses from early years at the academy.
“I have some information I really need to discuss with Mr. Iero. I’ll wait if I need to. May I come in?” Shaking, I reluctantly widened the entrance to the house, my ears trained to catch the sudden quiet of the upstairs bathroom.
Ushering her, somewhat reluctantly, into the main room, I indicated the dark leather chair; it’s back to the staircase as I took a seat across from her on the matching couch. I watched as she sat, completely straight in the chair, her eyes carefully scanning the room and it’s contents, taking in the blank walls which held no pictures depicting the “happy couple” who lived in the house, though she must have already known she wouldn’t find them here. Momentarily, I wondered at my choice to place her in the particular seat, knowing that Frank could ghost behind her without her ever seeing him come. With a purse of my lips I knew with slight bewilderment that I had made the choice on purpose.
“So when can I expect Mr. Iero home?” Pressing my lips tighter, I dropped my gaze from the intent officer to my grey socked feet, shuffling across the dark hardwood.
“I don’t know…he might be late.” I used my last attempt to make her leave. “I could tell him you came by…” A stiff shake of her head indicated she wouldn’t hear of it; I dropped my head back on the couch in response. I could feel her eyes on me as we sat in awkward silence, each awaiting the inevitable arrival of Frank, each holding close her own reasons for wishing his appearance.
“Kaelin Carver?” My eyes snapped away from the ceiling, boring into the brown ones across from me, panic racing through my veins at her look of uncertainty. “I thought it was you…We’ve been looking for you everywhere.” My jaw was stiff, my hands gripping the sides of leather beneath me, my chest choking without oxygen.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Her eyes narrowed in on me, a dangerous mixture of assurance, sympathy and anger.
“Kaelin, you don’t need to be afraid. I can take you away from here. Take you back home. We’ll put this guy away for good! You don’t need to be afraid, we know what he did!” She leaned closer, her elbows resting on her thighs, her words drowning out whatever sounds his bare feet might have made sliding across the hardwood.
She never caught the shift of my eyes, leaving her chocolate brown ones to lock instead on the intent green ones behind her, his dark hair dripping onto his bare chest as his fingers reached forwards to wrap themselves around her throat. She never had a chance; her struggle against him futile before it had even begun. Her body thrashed wildly against the leather of the chair, those russet spheres widening as she realized that she was a fly trapped within the web of the spider.
I could feel myself shaking, my eyes intent on the scene before me, barely blinking as if I might miss one of slides of the movie.
It wasn’t long before the inevitable darkness enveloped her, leaving her a rag doll, draped across the arm of leather, sunlight from the partially open window casting a halo of light around her head; just another angel I’ve managed to obliterate.
Confident that she would put forth no more trouble at that moment, Frank grabbed the limp body, heaving it over his shoulder before locking himself in the basement. I dare not follow, the lock was not the only thing preventing me from walking down those rickety wooden stairs; I knew what lie down there. Death. Always death.
Shivering, I sat down on the hardwood before the door, my arms wrapped securely around myself as I awaited his return, his voice confident as it told me exactly how we would proceed.
Glancing at the clock in exact intervals of three minutes revealed that Frank was in the basement for exactly forty-two minutes, an amount of time, which seemed to stretch for days from my place in front of the wooden door, the metallic click of the lock stealing my concentration away, pulling it brutally towards the sight now before me.
He avoided eye contact, quickly walking towards the kitchen. I obediently followed him, catching up as he placed a towel beneath the heavy spray of the tap, soaking the fabric before raising it to his bare chest, his eyes hesitantly flitting to mine. My eyes watered at the sight; bright olive eyes were filled with a sadness I had never seen before. My eyes quickly scanned the rest of him; dark red blood spatters contrasted against his tan skin. The offence was quickly scrubbed away, leaving raw skin in its place.
“Is she dead?” My voice was quiet beneath the jet of water, his hands still frantically scrubbing at his arms and chest.
“No…not yet.” I swallowed the bile in instantly rose into my throat, closing my eyes against the images that drew themselves like an artists painting against my eyelids.
“What do we do now?” I looked to him for some words of comfort, some instruction as to what our next move would be; our chess game was at a bind and I had no idea how to make the next play.
“I…I don’t know…” The crack emitting from his voice barely qualified as a sound, but it resonated like an earthquake in my ears, catching my breath mid gasp. Leaning against sink, his head rested within his palms, the rise and fall of his shoulders rapid as he mumbled against his hands.
I remained motionless in front of him, shaking as I watched him crack, my brain in overdrive as I tried to still my own sprinting heart beat.
“I’ll handle it.” Shooting my gaze back at him, my brows furrowed in confusion; gone was the confusion and sorrow, replaced with a determination that frightened me more.
“Frankie…” His eyes quickly narrowed in on me, daring me to question him.
“Leave it alone Kael. I’ll handle it, just like I always do.” The harshness of his voice should have ended the debate, but I couldn’t stop the swelling in my throat, my hand tentatively reaching forwards, placing it on his forearm, my eyes begging. He shrugged my advance off, turning on his heel. “Go to bed Kaelin.”
Breathing heavily through my nose I ran up the stairs, my chest heaving with emotion as I threw myself onto the bed. Staring up at the ceiling I considered marching back down the stairs and confronting him. Surely, I could tell him that enough was enough, that we should simply let her go, explain it had all been some grand misunderstanding and assure her that we were in fact a happy couple. Lies, but anything was better than what I knew would be happening down in that basement. I didn’t want any more blood on my hands, or Frankie’s.
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I would like you all to know that I've never had as much trouble with a chapter as I did with that one!! I'm not completely satisfied, but I just couldn't do anything else with it, so here it is!
Also, a lot of information will be given out within the next few chapters, so make sure you stay tuned! Please review and let me know what you think!! I appreciate it more than I can say!
Reviews=Updates! (maybe...hehe)
Cheers
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“He’s busy right now, maybe you could come back another time?” I couldn’t see her dark brows crinkle in disappointment, but I heard it in her voice, lining each of her carefully chosen words, trained responses from early years at the academy.
“I have some information I really need to discuss with Mr. Iero. I’ll wait if I need to. May I come in?” Shaking, I reluctantly widened the entrance to the house, my ears trained to catch the sudden quiet of the upstairs bathroom.
Ushering her, somewhat reluctantly, into the main room, I indicated the dark leather chair; it’s back to the staircase as I took a seat across from her on the matching couch. I watched as she sat, completely straight in the chair, her eyes carefully scanning the room and it’s contents, taking in the blank walls which held no pictures depicting the “happy couple” who lived in the house, though she must have already known she wouldn’t find them here. Momentarily, I wondered at my choice to place her in the particular seat, knowing that Frank could ghost behind her without her ever seeing him come. With a purse of my lips I knew with slight bewilderment that I had made the choice on purpose.
“So when can I expect Mr. Iero home?” Pressing my lips tighter, I dropped my gaze from the intent officer to my grey socked feet, shuffling across the dark hardwood.
“I don’t know…he might be late.” I used my last attempt to make her leave. “I could tell him you came by…” A stiff shake of her head indicated she wouldn’t hear of it; I dropped my head back on the couch in response. I could feel her eyes on me as we sat in awkward silence, each awaiting the inevitable arrival of Frank, each holding close her own reasons for wishing his appearance.
“Kaelin Carver?” My eyes snapped away from the ceiling, boring into the brown ones across from me, panic racing through my veins at her look of uncertainty. “I thought it was you…We’ve been looking for you everywhere.” My jaw was stiff, my hands gripping the sides of leather beneath me, my chest choking without oxygen.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Her eyes narrowed in on me, a dangerous mixture of assurance, sympathy and anger.
“Kaelin, you don’t need to be afraid. I can take you away from here. Take you back home. We’ll put this guy away for good! You don’t need to be afraid, we know what he did!” She leaned closer, her elbows resting on her thighs, her words drowning out whatever sounds his bare feet might have made sliding across the hardwood.
She never caught the shift of my eyes, leaving her chocolate brown ones to lock instead on the intent green ones behind her, his dark hair dripping onto his bare chest as his fingers reached forwards to wrap themselves around her throat. She never had a chance; her struggle against him futile before it had even begun. Her body thrashed wildly against the leather of the chair, those russet spheres widening as she realized that she was a fly trapped within the web of the spider.
I could feel myself shaking, my eyes intent on the scene before me, barely blinking as if I might miss one of slides of the movie.
It wasn’t long before the inevitable darkness enveloped her, leaving her a rag doll, draped across the arm of leather, sunlight from the partially open window casting a halo of light around her head; just another angel I’ve managed to obliterate.
Confident that she would put forth no more trouble at that moment, Frank grabbed the limp body, heaving it over his shoulder before locking himself in the basement. I dare not follow, the lock was not the only thing preventing me from walking down those rickety wooden stairs; I knew what lie down there. Death. Always death.
Shivering, I sat down on the hardwood before the door, my arms wrapped securely around myself as I awaited his return, his voice confident as it told me exactly how we would proceed.
Glancing at the clock in exact intervals of three minutes revealed that Frank was in the basement for exactly forty-two minutes, an amount of time, which seemed to stretch for days from my place in front of the wooden door, the metallic click of the lock stealing my concentration away, pulling it brutally towards the sight now before me.
He avoided eye contact, quickly walking towards the kitchen. I obediently followed him, catching up as he placed a towel beneath the heavy spray of the tap, soaking the fabric before raising it to his bare chest, his eyes hesitantly flitting to mine. My eyes watered at the sight; bright olive eyes were filled with a sadness I had never seen before. My eyes quickly scanned the rest of him; dark red blood spatters contrasted against his tan skin. The offence was quickly scrubbed away, leaving raw skin in its place.
“Is she dead?” My voice was quiet beneath the jet of water, his hands still frantically scrubbing at his arms and chest.
“No…not yet.” I swallowed the bile in instantly rose into my throat, closing my eyes against the images that drew themselves like an artists painting against my eyelids.
“What do we do now?” I looked to him for some words of comfort, some instruction as to what our next move would be; our chess game was at a bind and I had no idea how to make the next play.
“I…I don’t know…” The crack emitting from his voice barely qualified as a sound, but it resonated like an earthquake in my ears, catching my breath mid gasp. Leaning against sink, his head rested within his palms, the rise and fall of his shoulders rapid as he mumbled against his hands.
I remained motionless in front of him, shaking as I watched him crack, my brain in overdrive as I tried to still my own sprinting heart beat.
“I’ll handle it.” Shooting my gaze back at him, my brows furrowed in confusion; gone was the confusion and sorrow, replaced with a determination that frightened me more.
“Frankie…” His eyes quickly narrowed in on me, daring me to question him.
“Leave it alone Kael. I’ll handle it, just like I always do.” The harshness of his voice should have ended the debate, but I couldn’t stop the swelling in my throat, my hand tentatively reaching forwards, placing it on his forearm, my eyes begging. He shrugged my advance off, turning on his heel. “Go to bed Kaelin.”
Breathing heavily through my nose I ran up the stairs, my chest heaving with emotion as I threw myself onto the bed. Staring up at the ceiling I considered marching back down the stairs and confronting him. Surely, I could tell him that enough was enough, that we should simply let her go, explain it had all been some grand misunderstanding and assure her that we were in fact a happy couple. Lies, but anything was better than what I knew would be happening down in that basement. I didn’t want any more blood on my hands, or Frankie’s.
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I would like you all to know that I've never had as much trouble with a chapter as I did with that one!! I'm not completely satisfied, but I just couldn't do anything else with it, so here it is!
Also, a lot of information will be given out within the next few chapters, so make sure you stay tuned! Please review and let me know what you think!! I appreciate it more than I can say!
Reviews=Updates! (maybe...hehe)
Cheers
Kat
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