pieces together as to why
she is so shaken.
“What am I supposed to be seeing? Some kids got into a fight,
again?” Rachel narrows her eyes at me and then turns down the
volume, but leaving it loud enough so that she can still hear. She
turns to face me and she sighs as she begins to talk.
“A girl was attacked and killed.” My heart begins to race
–this usually doesn’t happen. Rachel begins to cry, so I take her
by the hand and lead her onto the sofa. She falls into the cushions
and then her head falls into her lap. I focus my attention on her,
as I feel that she is very shocked and upset by the news. I place
my hand onto her slim back as I try to comfort her.
“What exactly happened?” I ask in a soothing tone. Rachel
flips her head back against the soft sofa, her eyes are blotchy and
red and her cheeks are stained from her tears.
“They said that she was out walking her dog and she never came
home. Her mom went out to look for her, and that’s when she was
found. Lying in a ditch, her throat was ripped open and the blood
was flowing down the street.” My heart has sunk into the pits of
hell –what if Dalton was the culprit? I try not to show my fear and
anxiety as I lock my eyes on Rachel’s.
“Did they say who was responsible?” Rachel shakes her head at
my question and then she cries again.
“No, they said it was some type of animal. Rose, I’m scared,
that girl went to my school. I sat next to her in history and now
she’s …dead.” Rachel lunges into my arms and I am forced to hold
her. Her tears are soaking through my t-shirt and her hair is
grazing my neck. I squeeze her, as I need to feel her warm body
next to mine. My mind is rushing in a million different ways and I
am now terrified and dreading my night with Dalton. I cannot shake
off my fears that he is too blame for this. I have never asked him
about his feeding methods –I was always too scared of his answer.
But these new events are going to force me to ask that dreaded
question –what does he feed on? Young girls, animals, blood bags,
those thoughts sound crazy in my own head and for the first time
since that night he drove me to the woods, I am scared of him. I
don’t know what he is capable of and maybe I should cut my ties
with him, before it’s too late. With Rachel gripped onto me and her
tears soaking my clothes, I feel protective of her. I would never
live with myself, if something were to happen to her; I need to
warn her to stay indoors. I pull away from her and and she gently
wipes at her eyes with her sleeve as she locks her eyes on mine. My
heart is pounding and I am trying hard to not to show my
emotions.
“Listen to me, you need to stay indoors. If there is an animal
out there, then god knows what it’s capable of.” Rachel nods her
head in agreement and then she throws her hands into the air, as
she catches her reflection in the mirror. Rachel lunges from the
sofa, I fall back from her sudden movement and I watch as she
bounces out of the living room –sniffling as she walks. When she is
out of sight, I reach into my pocket and I take out my phone. I
scan through my contacts, until I reach Dalton’s number. I hesitate
for a few moments and then I jump as my phone begins roar its
annoying ringtone. My heart is shaking and my knees are jumping, as
I consider answering his call. I bite my lip as I give in and slide
to answer.
“Rose,” he says in a desperate
voice. My aching desire for him burns as his voice rings in my
ears, but my head maintains cool, as my fear returns.
“Yes,” I say in a firm
tone.
“Have you seen the news?” My throat
dries at his words –is he going to confess that it was him? I lunge
from the sofa and I rush to the door, I slam it shut as I don’t
want Rachel to overhear my looming conversation. I don’t know how
she would react to the news about Dalton and even if I did want to
tell her, I couldn’t, because I promised him that I would keep his
secret. I know that he is