keep telling yourself that, you asshole!
Knowing Heather was momentarily safe, I decided to follow Raul and his men instead. I slunk down the hallway, keeping my eyes and ears open. They had turned the corner, and most likely had already exited the back door. I still had my weapon drawn and ready, just in case. I put my back against the wall and took a deep breath. Stepping quickly, I aimed the gun straight in front of me to take out whoever happened to be standing in the way. As soon as I was in position, the door clicked shut, signaling they were gone. I bent over and put my hands on my knees, suddenly overwhelmed at being so close to Raul again. He was a monster. The absolute worst kind and I felt sick.
I holstered my gun and wiped my face with my shirt. It was hot as hell with all these layers, but I needed to remain inconspicuous, at least until I was safely back in the truck. I walked back the way I came, still hugging the wall. I heard voices and one almost dropped me to the floor. My angel . God, it had been years since I’d heard her sweet voice and something inside me began to ache. I eavesdropped on their conversation, proving to myself that it was nothing more than a friendship. When I realized that’s all it was, I relaxed and allowed my lungs to take in air again.
After they’d said their touching good-byes, I got in my truck and waited. Heather pulled out of Tommy’s parking lot, but I held back, giving her a bit of a head start. I wondered where she was going, because according to my GPS she definitely wasn’t headed in the direction of her house, and then it hit me. She was taking the long way in case she was being followed. I smiled proudly. She’d remembered all I’d taught her. I turned on the next street, knowing Raul and his buddies were long gone, and made a beeline towards her house. I needed to get there before she did.
7
Heather
I pulled into the drive, overly anxious about the darkness once again. The ominous weather was moving in and the starless sky draped over me like a heavy cloak, weighing me down with alarm. I wasn’t usually so skittish, but after the events of tonight, to say I was on edge was an understatement.
I finally convinced myself that I was being a big baby. I had lived alone for a while and I shouldn’t be so scared. Blowing out a breath, I finally gathered my courage and opened the creaky car door. I shut it quickly and then ran to the front door, fumbling around for my keys. I couldn’t find the keyhole fast enough. Once I managed to get inside, I cursed myself for not leaving the lights on. I always left the lights on when I knew I’d be coming in this late.
I ran my hand along the wall, blindly searching for the light switch. I found it and flipped it up and down repeatedly, but nothing. Dammit! I knew my electric bill was late, but I hadn’t received a notice in the mail. Oh well, there was no time to worry about that now. I wasn’t staying. I needed to get packed and get the hell outta here before anyone came looking for me, which I’m sure after tonight’s events it was just a matter of time.
I held my hands out in front of me, feeling my way in the dark. I cursed when my knee made contact with the coffee table, causing me to trip and fall over the couch. I undid the straps of my high heels and threw them across the room in frustration. Damn my life! I rubbed my knee, trying to get the feeling back. Once I was satisfied that I could walk, I tried once again to fumble my way through the house. As soon as I made it into the hallway, I heard a noise, but I was disoriented and couldn’t pinpoint exactly where it was coming from.
I stopped and braced my hands on the wall as sweat started to form on my body. My heart raced when I saw the
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