CRAZY STALKER LOVE – Chapter 19

*Previously on Crazy Stalker Love– Read Chapter 18 HERE

FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE!

Hunter walks into the hall of the hospital as Henley paces back and forth.

“Hey how is Leo?” she says nervously.

“He’s gonna be ok, just a little bump on the head and thankfully the bullet went clean through his shoulder so they are just bandaging him up.”

Henley nods, “Oh Thank god!”

“Hey, are you ok? That was all a lot to handle,” he says looking her over.

“Yea, I’m ok, all things considered.”

“I want the doctor to check you out too.” Hunter says stroking her arms in an attempt to comfort her.

“Yea that’s probably a good idea.” Henley says smiling slightly.

Leo comes walking out of the exam room, a bandage on his head and on his shoulder.

“Oh my god Leo, I’m so sorry!” Henley says rushing over.

“Hey…none of this is your fault,” Leo says shaking his head.

“Are you ok?” she asks.

“Yea, I’ll be fine. I’ve recovered from worse,” he chuckles.

“Leo, I can’t thank you enough. You and Hunter both saved my life,” she says looking from Leo to Hunter.

“Hey you held your own too, you should feel proud.” Leo says with a grin.

“I don’t know if proud is the right word. I just can’t stop thinking about the fact that because of me, someone is dead.” she says her eyes glazing over as she drifts off into a daze.

“Hey…you were acting in self defense. You did NOTHING wrong. You hear me,” Hunter says cupping her face as he wills her to look into his eyes.

“I’m going to go see if the Doctor is ready for you Henley.” Leo says giving the two a moment.

“Hey, look at me. I know that is hard to handle. It’s not in our DNA to kill. Or want to kill. But you have to know, that it was either going to be him or me.”

“Oh god, Hunter I can’t even think about that,” she says cupping his face.

“Well, it’s true. I didn’t have a weapon to defend myself. You saved me too. But I know it’s heavy. You have a good heart. And it will probably weigh on you at times. So when it becomes too much, I need you to come talk to me.”

Henley nods.

“Hey, the doctor is ready for you,” Leo says with a small smile.

***

“I’m so glad your ok,” Hunter says hugging Henley.

“Yea me too,” Leo says smiling.

“I’m going to just radio the station to get an update. You guys need a ride?”

“Yea man that’d be great.” Hunter says smiling his thanks.

“And Leo, thank you…for everything.” Hunter says.

Leo nods and smiles as he holds out a fist bump to Hunter.

“Hey…can we talk for a minute?” Henley says turning to Hunter as Leo heads outside to make a call.

“Of course,” he says tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

“It’s about what Blake said…”

“You have to know I didn’t believe a word that psycho said,” he says grabbing her by the shoulders gently to calm her.

“I don’t know how he knew, but…” she says her eyes watering as she looks up at Hunter.

“What are you talking about?” Hunter says confusion setting in.

“Can we go somewhere else, please.” she says looking around as people pass by.

“Yea, come in here,” he says taking her hand and leading her into an empty waiting room.

“What are you talking about? What did Blake know?”

Henley’s tears begin to fall as Hunter’s heart beat quickens, his mind a worry haze.

She reaches out, cupping his face, she kisses him.

Hunter looks down at her confused, “What was that for?” he asks his heart beat quickening as his eyes fixate on her lips.

“I just wanted to do that one last time, before you hate me forever.”

“Ok, now you’re really starting to scare me, Hen. I could never hate you.  You know that. Please just tell me, what’s going on.”

“Look, before I tell you this, you have to know, I never meant to hurt you. Everything happened at once and you were away and I just I-“

“Ok Henley, you’re not really making any sense here, just talk to me,” he says taking her hands in his.

“About a month after you were checked into rehab, I found out that I was pregnant,” she says looking up at him through tearful eyes.

Hunter stills, as his eyes focus on her.

“What?” he says as if the wind had been knocked out of him.

“I was so scared and still so young and for a fraction of a second I thought about not having it.”

Hunter’s eyes begin to water.

“You weren’t in the right frame of mind to be a father and I was a mess. But I swear to you it was a fraction of a thought, because then I realized that I could never do that. Even though it wasn’t ideal. And we certainly weren’t perfect. I knew I loved you so much and having something good come out of all that we went through could never be a bad thing. Like no matter what, we would always be connected in some profound way. I was fully committed to being a single mother. But…about a month later, I started getting these really bad pains and I started spotting and by the time I got to the hospital, they told me I lost the baby.”

Hunter’s face falls.

“Henley,” he says reaching for her.

“For a really long time I blamed myself. I thought that I did something wrong or maybe that fraction of a thought about not having the baby made it happen. Like it was some kind of punishment.”

“Oh Hen, sweetie it doesn’t work that way.” he says cupping her face as he wipes her fallen tears away with his thumbs.

“Anyway that’s what happened, and I know I should have told you, but the next time I saw you at the rehab center you just, you looked like you were doing so well, and I didn’t want the news to send you into a relapse. I’m so sorry. I never meant to keep it from you for this long or for Blake of all people to be the one to tell you. I still don’t know how he even knew.”

“Who cares how he knew, he was a psycho. But I do really wish, you could have trusted me enough to come to me. Does Piper know?” he asks.

“No. I could never tell her. I knew she wouldn’t be able to keep something like that from you and I couldn’t expect her to. No one aside from my parents knew and well my doctors.”

“I still really wish you would have told me. I get why you did what you did. But I can’t deny the fact that I am upset. Knowing that you were dealing with that all by yourself, it just, uh, I hate it. I feel like once again, Hunter fails Henley.”

“Hey,” she says cupping his face as she looks into his eyes. “This is exactly why I didn’t tell you. Do not blame yourself for this. The doctors said my body just wasn’t ready. I was young. It wasn’t our time. Besides, you…are supposed to be marrying Elena,” she says smiling up at him as she wipes his tear away and brushes his lapels.

“You still don’t get it, even after a day like today?”

“What?” she says looking up at him confused.

Hunter pulls her by her waist as she loses her balance from the sudden jolt of his arm, he steadies her, cupping her face he places a long, passionate kiss on her lips.

Henley’s hands wrap around his waist as she deepens their kiss, their hearts both racing. Hunter slides his hands up into her hair, deepening the kiss with every passing second.

Footsteps approaching, jolt them apart.

“Hey…” Leo pokes his head in. “Everything ok?” he says.

“Yea,” Hunter says clearing his throat and wiping his mouth as Henley stands there frazzled.

Leo smirks slightly, obviously confused, “Ok well, we just need Henley to give her formal statement down at the station, so I pulled the car around.”.

“Ok we’ll be there in a second.” Hunter says nodding.

“Sure,” Leo says walking off.

Henley and Hunter’s eyes lock, as her anxiety kicks in yet again she looks down at her hands.

Hunter looks her over, stepping in her path, blocking her escape route.

“We should probably talk about what just happened, Hen.” he says looking up at her.

“Look, it’s been an emotional day and-“

“Yea, and I realized I could have lost you.” he says gripping her waist.

“You’re marrying Elena. You love her. She loves you. And it’s simple.”

“Simple’s overrated.” he says staring at her.

“Don’t be that guy.”

“What guy?”

“The guy that cheats.”

“Sadly it may be a little late for that.”

“Those kisses were just in the moment. Ok? It doesn’t have to mean anything. Let’s just call it our goodbye,” she says trying to move past him.

Hunter stops her again.

“Henley.” He says staring at her. “I’ve been lying to myself, thinking I could move on from you. You’re the love of my life. And yes I care about Elena and no I do not want to hurt her. When I proposed to her, I meant it, but hearing that you were in trouble it just put everything into laser focus. You are it. And you always have been. And you always will be. And I really need you to get that. Please Henley, because I am so tired of fighting you, and this and us. We’re inevitable and I know that you know it. I know you weren’t happy about me getting married. I know you were going to show up and be supportive, but deep down a part of me was always hoping you’d finally come and tell me how you feel. I know you’re scared. And I know now why that fear is so much more real to you. I know losing our child has probably made a huge impact on why you’ve always kept me at arm’s length. I never understood it. But it makes a lot of sense now. But Henley, we have a chance to really give this thing a shot. One real, last shot. I’m talking all in, no half ass attempts. No walls. No fear. Just give it one more shot. And if it really doesn’t work then I will walk away with no regrets. And you can too,” he says laying it all out on the line.

Henley looks up at him, “And if it does…work?” she asks a small smirk lying on her lips. “I already know it will,” he says smirking as he hugs her lifting her up.

To be continued…

*I do not take credit for any images used in my edits or otherwise.*

-<3-

CRAZY STALKER LOVE – Chapter 8

*Previously on Crazy Stalker Love– Read Chapter 7 HERE

FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE!

Henley fluffs Piper’s dress and fixes her veil as the newly married couple stand posing for pictures in the center of the ballroom. White roses kissing the corners of the room, white lily scented candles in the center of each table. Twinkling fairy lights lining the soft sweeping silk white curtains as people start to flood in taking their seats. The DJ begins to play soft background music. The whole room set a feeling like an enchanted fairy forest. Henley blows Piper a kiss as Piper mouths the words “Thank you,” she smiles brightly her way.

Henley smiles at the love between Piper and Parker. Hunter watches, his eyes always seeming to somehow find her in a crowded room.

A little while later…

“I gotta hand it to you Hen…you really out did yourself with this wedding,” Hunter says walking over to her.

“Thanks,” she says smiling, leaning against the bar. “I really wanted everything to be perfect, they deserve it. They look great out there, don’t they?” she says watching the two newlyweds dancing up a storm.

“Yea they really do…So you ready for your speech?” he asks smiling.

“Uh, yea I guess. You know I’m not super into public speaking, so I’m a little nervous, but- hey,” she says shrugging.

“Oh come on your gonna be fine. You know mostly everyone in this room, and we all love you. There’s no need to be nervous.”

“Yea I guess you’re right,” she says smiling at him as the bartender hands her a glass of water.

Just then Piper hops onto the stage. “Hello hello, I have a bit of an announcement to make, or a request rather,” she says holding the mic.

Hunter and Henley along with the room full of guests turn to face the stage.

“So as many of you know, Henley Hendrix that beautiful soul right over there,” she says pointing.

Henley looks at her as her brow furrows, “What the hell is she doing?” she whispers to Hunter, as she let’s out a laugh.

Hunter laughs, “I don’t know, but should be interesting,” he says sipping his soda.

“She is my maid of honor, and I am sure that she has an epic speech planned for tonight- BUT I don’t want to hear it.”

Henley looks taken back, as she and Hunter share a puzzled look.

“See I’ve known Henley for years, we met in college and fun fact, Henley and I actually used to be in a girl band and-“

Henley’s eyes widen, “Oh no.” she says. Hunter looks over at her, “Oh yes,” he says with a big smile on his face.

“And we used to do covers and there was one song that I always used to joke about and tell her, when I got married, she had to sing it at my wedding. Well Henley, it’s my wedding, time to call in some old favors. Ladies… leather jackets and combat boots please…” She says as Alexis, Camila, and Brooke rush on stage in their getups.

Hunter starts laughing hysterically, as Henley looks over at him.

“No,” Henley says shaking her head and waving her hands at Piper.

“Oh yes, get your ASS UP HERE!!!!” Piper screams as the crowd cheers.

“No,” Henley stays put.

Hunter smirks as he sweeps her up throwing her over his shoulder and bringing her to the stage.

“Oh my god, are you serious!” Henley says hitting his back, as she laughs, the crowd laughing at her misfortune.

“Thank you brother,” Piper says saluting Hunter, “I believe your audience awaits,” she says handing Henley her leather jacket and combat boots.

Henley rolls her eyes, “I cannot believe you!” she says laughing as she shrugs the jacket on and switches her shoes quickly.

Her friend Camila handing her a guitar.

“Oh my God, guitar too? Are you kidding? I haven’t played this song in years,” she says putting the strap over her head.

“Well a promise is a promise,” Piper says laughing.

“I hate you.” Henley says laughing, “But you’re lucky I love you,” she says glaring at Piper. “Bear with me everybody, it’s been a minute since I’ve touched a guitar or sang,” She says strumming her first cord as she lets out a laugh.

“Hey you guys we’re Imperfection!” Piper says into the mic and the crowd cheers.

Piper and Henley exchange looks as they laugh.

“I’ve been driving for an hour, just talking to the rain…” Henley sings into the mic as Hunter smiles feeling a sense of insane nostalgia.

**Flashback to Henley’s freshmen year of College…Hunter’s sophomore year.

Henley gets off the stage after performing that very same song.

Piper drags her friends over to Hunter who has undoubtedly been watching Henley the entire time, and yes she noticed.

“Hunter, this is Henley, Brooke, Camila and Alexis, my epic girl group I was telling you about,” she says smiling.

“Hey, nice to meet you,” Hunter says holding out his hand to each of them and leaving Henley for last.

“You too,” Henley says with a smile as she shakes his hand, a spark running through both of them. Alexis and the other girls taking notice.

“Oh my god, I love this song, girls let’s dance,” Piper says pulling Henley’s hand.

Henley looks back at Hunter who just so happens to be looking back at her too.

Later that night…

Hunter walks up to Henley, her eyes notice as she looks away trying to act uninterested.

“Henley right?” he says with a smirk.

Henley nods.

“You guys killed it,” he says pointing to the stage.

“Thanks,” she says playing it cool.

“So Henley…you have a last name?”

“Why, you wanna stalk me online?” she says her sassy side showing early on.

“Maybe,” he says with a smirk, challenging her.

“You’re cute,” she says smirking back.

“Cute…ouch,” he says looking away with a laugh.

Henley laughs, “I’m sorry, did I bruise your ego?” she says pouting.

“Yea a little bit,” he says leaning in closer to her.

“Aw well I mean seeing as you are my best friend’s brother I guess I can try to make it up to you, somehow,” she says smiling.

“Ah, yes, please do.”

“So…what’ll it be…a drink?” she says as they stand near the bar.

“How about a date?” he says smirking over at her, as she tries to conceal her shock and excitement.

“Hmm, maybe that can be arranged.”

“Maybe huh? I’ll take it,” he says his eyes locking onto hers.

“Friday, 7 o’clock, that work for you?” she says taking control of the situation.

“Friday it is,” he says smirking.

“You know where to find my room.” she smiles as he nods knowing she shares a room with his sister. His eyes scanning her features with awe.

“It’s Hendrix, by the way…”

Hunter looks at her with a confused expression.

“My last name. It’s Hendrix,” she says smiling.

“Wait a minute, your name is Henley Hendrix?” he asks obviously intrigued.

Henley nods.

“That’s kind of epic,” he says turning toward her, his attraction for her growing with every new piece of information.

“Don’t you forget it,” she says smirking as she turns on her heel, her hair flipping while she walks away leaving him in a pool of wonder.

Hunter is brought back to the present as Henley, Piper and the girls rock out on stage like the good old times. The crowd whistling and hollering as Piper and Henley share the mic and the other girls play piano, bass, and drums. Hunter’s eyes once again glued to Henley as she owns a stage yet again.

To be continued…

*I do not take credit for any images used in my edits or otherwise.*

-<3-

Happy Golden Birthaversary MLW! + Writer’s Update!

Happy New Year!!!
“A new year full of cheer my dear!” 🙂

It has recently dawned on me that today is MLW’s (michelle leigh writes) 8th Birthday/Anniversary. Which I’ve decided to name Birthaversary. It’s crazy to think that 8 years ago, I decided to finally start sharing my writing. I have always been scared to admit that I was a writer. But I’ve realized over the past 8 years that is part of who I am. Even if I’m not posting all the time. Writing will never really leave me. I always come back to it in some way. Being that I am celebrating MLW’s 8th birthday on January 8th, I wanted to do a little GOLDEN birthday inspired post to celebrate.

A GOLDEN BIRTHDAY is when the stars align and you turn the same age as your birthday – (8 on the 8th).

It is said to be lucky. So cheers to some luck this new year. We all know we could use it after 2020.

Happy Birthaversary Michelle Leigh Writes!!!!

I thank you for being my safe place. My heart. My memories.

And although I haven’t posted consistently much, I will still be keeping this blog alive in order to share my writing when I feel to- mostly for the longer pieces. I already have so many Short Story Series on here for you to browse. Otherwise I will be sharing on my writer’s instagram more consistently. So please do follow! @michelleleighwrites_blog (I shared a lot of poetry back in April for “Escapril”)

My most recent Short Story Series “Move” was finally finished in 2020 here on MLW. So I wanted to give that a bit of a shout out!

Feel free to start it from the beginning HERE

FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE!!!

I created a December Series called Writer’s Wonderland over on my writer’s instagram @michelleleighwrites_blog. I’ve been a lot more consistent on that platform. I’ve been sharing a lot of my writing on there this past year! My Writer’s Wonderland consisted of sharing poetry, short story series read a-louds on instagram stories, Short Story Excerpts, and lastly as mentioned in my last post, I wrote a children’s audio book- CLICK HERE TO LISTEN ! 🙂

I also have my New Year inspired Short Story Series Collection HERE too! If you wish to stick to a bit of a holiday theme! 🙂

I’ve learned so much over this past year. I’ve done so much reflection, wondering, healing, and I’ve been so much more open to change. Because the truth is, this past year, we had very little control over what was happening in the world, and that made me really understand that we really only have control over how we handle things. How we react or respond. So breathe, pray, talk it out, feel what you need to feel, play your music loud, dance it out, binge watch all the Netflix, video chat your loved ones, eat the chocolate, drink the wine, laugh. Because the now is important. The present moment is important. However, I also feel it is important to note, that if your present moment isn’t a happy one, know that pain is temporary. Better days are coming. Cheers to a new year. I am sending love and light and many prayers to all of you out there for a safe, happy and healthy year. Stay safe, wear a mask!

And in MLW fashion…I leave you with an inspirational song…

Thanks for reading!

Stay Tuned!

All my love,

-<3-

Michelle Leigh

RED THIRST

parental-advisory-explicit-lyrics

Due to sexual content.

 

DREAM CASTING –

red thirstClara smiles as she catches her reflection in her vanity mirror. Smoothing out her fitted black velvet dress. She presses her bright red lips together making a smacking sound.
“Tonight, is definitely going to be a night to remember,” she says glancing at her clock which reads 12:30 AM in bright bold red. 

**3 HOURS LATER 3:30 AM**

Her eyes flutter open and instantly Clara is met with Black. Darkness. Small Space.
As Clara’s eyes are trying to adjust to her surroundings, she tries to move and realizes she can’t.
Both her hands and feet are bound by thick tape. She makes a move to scream but soon she feels tape is also plastered across her mouth.
Humming. Clara now hears humming. Moving. She’s moving.
Where am I? She thinks.
Her heart begins to pound quicker and quicker as the panic sets in. Beads of sweat pooling at the nape of her neck as goosebumps form.
She finally comes to the terrifying conclusion that she is in the trunk of a car, going God knows where, with God knows who.

**1:30 AM**

Clara hops out of a red taxi cab and spots the big red electric sign illuminating her destination- THIRST it reads. She smirks as she rushes over to grab a space on the long line, her spiky gold studded red heels clacking along on the sidewalk- a missing person’s poster plastered to the grown as she walks over it unknowingly.
As Clara takes her place in line, she takes a look around. Another missing person’s poster. This one she notices. Young men and women crowd the line, dressed all in black, the women all sporting bright red lipstick. Clara feels satisfied with her choice in wardrobe for the night. Suddenly Clara feels the eyes of those around her all shifting toward her. It feels like everyone is watching her. Do I smell or something? She thinks.
Clara steps up to the bouncer, and hands him her ID. Taking it he glances at her, then back at the ID.
“You’re a newbie, huh? he asks, his voice husky, his dark eyes staring into her with a fierce fire.
“I’ve never been here before, so, yea I guess,” she says skeptically.
“Are you here alone?” he asks his eyes flickering a deep dark brown as they wander over her.
“No I’m meeting up with some friends, not that it’s any of your business,” Clara answers getting annoyed.
The bouncer laughs, as a smirk is put in place.
“You and your friends are in for a real treat, Enjoy!” He says handing her back her ID and unclipping the red velvet entry rope-letting her in.
Clara takes her ID quickly and rushes into the bar, to escape not only the brisk fall breeze, but also the creepy bouncer.
The minute Clara steps foot into the bar, she realizes its standing room only, the lights flicker and suddenly her stomach flips. It’s just your nerves Clara. You always get a little wigged out when you’re in big crowds. The gang should be here any minute.
In the midst of her rambling thoughts a face comes into view. “Hi, I’m Ivy, are you here for the ceremony?” the pale, red headed girl with bright fire red lipstick asks. Her face invading her personal space a little too much.
Clara steps back instantaneously, as her brow furrows, “Ceremony…what ceremony?”
Ivy notices her confusion and laughs a laugh that kind of made Clara’s hair stand up on her arms.
“You must be a newbie… I mean new.” Ivy says her eyes scanning over Clara.
What is with this place, she thinks as she gives a small forced smile before making her way through the crowd towards the bar.
As she pushes through the sea of darkness, the red lights strung above flicker once again. As it seems all eyes turn to make Clara their focus, once again.
Clara suddenly feels very uncomfortable. She scans the room for her friends, but there is no sign of them anywhere. 
She checks her cell phone quickly. No sign of any messages.
I guess they’re running late, she thinks. You’re being paranoid Clara, relax. Have a drink. 
The bartender comes over. “Who needs a drink?” he yells over the crowd.
Clara raises her hand pushing her way closer.
“What’ll it be?” he asks his dark brown eyes locking onto hers.
“Um, I’ll have a Bloody Mary,” She says her eyes taking in his handsome chiseled features.
“Ok, do you want- O, A, B, AB, I may be able to scrounge up some O negative in the freezer if you prefer that?”
“I’m sorry?” Clara says her confusion growing along with her nerves.
The bartender’s gorgeous, tanned face falls.
“Have you ever been here before?” he asks.
“No.” Clara says uneasily.
The bartender leans in closer to her and whispers.
“Do you know what this place is?”
“A bar?” Clara asks with a small flirtatious laugh as she flips her hair behind her shoulder, leaning closer to the cute bartender.
“You should really get out of here. It’s not the place for someone like you,” he says his voice hoarse yet heightened, his brown eyes stern.
“You don’t even know me,” Clara bites back getting frustrated.
“Maybe not, but I can tell you’re a newbie and if I can so can the rest of them. I’m just saying you’ve been warned.”
Clara looks at him, her nerves spiking up again. She checks her phone. Nothing.
The bartender notices. “Oh that’s another thing, no cell service.”
Clara’s stomach knots, “What?” she says her eyes looking up into his.
“Oh what, you think they’d make it easy for you to call for help?” he asks. Clara’s eyes fill with fear.
And as if on cue. The lights go out and Clara suddenly feels hands wrap around her mouth and waist and pull her off into darkness.
She tries to fight it, but the strength of her opponent was overpowering, her nerves distracting her causing her to drive herself into a panic.

**4:00 AM**

Clara is wiggling and moaning in the trunk of a car as she feels the car suddenly come to a short stop.
Clara begins to panic as she hears the driver’s door creak open, feet shuffling through what sounds like gravel.
A hand pulls on the latch of the trunk, it opens and her panic begins to kick into full drive.
As the trunk opens fully the bartender’s face is backlit by a nearby street lamp.
Clara’s eyes go wide as her chest begins to tighten, her vision blurring. She’s about to faint again.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he says seeing her starting to go, as he lifts her out of the trunk.
He places her in the passenger’s seat, sitting her upright, he reaches for a water bottle in the back seat. He pours some on her face, gently slapping her cheeks.
“Hey, hey, wake up,” he says, pulling the tape off her lips carefully.
Clara comes to and sees his concerned face, and begins to scream, “HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!”
“Shh, Shhh, they may hear you!” He says nervously checking his surroundings.
“Who? What are you talking about? Where am I? Why did you take me?” she says hysterically.
“If I didn’t they would have bled you dry,” he says reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a pocket knife.
Clara sees it and her body stiffens, her breath catching in her throat.
He flips it open and making eye contact with her, he kneels down and cuts the tape on her feet and then her hands.
Clara breathes a sigh of relief momentarily, as she rubs her wrists.
“I’m not going to hurt you, I just wanted to help you.”
“Why the hell did you tape me up and throw me in a trunk then!” she says looking at him, fire in her eyes.
“I had to make it look convincing. Otherwise they would know and they would still come after you.”
“Who? What is that place?”
The bartender takes out his phone and hands it to her.
“Play the video,” he says.
Clara looks up at him, confused. She gets out of the car and hits play. Her first reaction is one of pure horror as she covers her mouth.
On the screen you see people in hooded red velvet cloaks, in a candlelit room, chanting. As a line of blindfolded people stand, waiting for instructions. All dressed in black. The main countess, removes her hood as Clara sees her face, “Ivy,” she whispers.
“I saw her set her sights on you the minute you walked in. I knew after that, we didn’t have much time before the lights went out.”
Clara’s eyes meet his for a brief moment, and she could see the worry in his eyes. Her nerves begin to fade just slightly. She continues watching the video.
“Welcome, to our weekly induction ceremony. We trust you’ll have a bloody good time,” she says cackling, as she glances at her fellow cloaked servants, with a small smirk, they take it as their signal. Each rushing toward a blindfolded member and sinking their fangs into their necks as their chosen prey scream. Others pulling their blindfolds off and running for dear life.
“No one will hear you,” the Countess sings, cackling loudly, watching them scatter like cockroaches. She rushes toward her newest victim.
Red. Red everywhere.
Clara stops the video and covers her mouth, her eyes welling up.
“Is this, is this real?” she asks staring into his eyes willing some answers.
“Yes.”
“So what, they’re vampires?” She asks.
“No. It’s a cult. They’re a group of psychos who are obsessed with  the idea of vampires and do everything to simulate the vampire life. Including sucking other people’s blood.”
“And what… it’s just allowed. I mean why hasn’t anyone ever reported this place?” She asks completely overwhelmed.
“There hasn’t been anyone who survived long enough to do so.”
“What about you, are you like them?”
“NO. I just bartend. I’m completely human. And I like it that way.”
“So then why haven’t you reported them!”
“Because we have an agreement, I keep my mouth shut, pour the drinks, get paid, and they let me live.”
“Why would you take this job knowing what this place was all about?”
“When I came to interview for the job, I didn’t know what it was going to be. I took the job under false pretenses. And once I got here and found out what this was, there was no way out for me.”
“So after all this time, why help me?”
“I don’t know. I just felt like I needed to. I’ve been so scared to do anything before. But tonight I could see that you were scared and I wanted to help.”
“Well, I’m really glad you did, thank you.”
He gives her a small smile.
“How did you get this video?”
“Ivy sent it to me, to show me what could happen to me if I don’t obey by her rules.”
“But this is proof. Right here. We need to take this to the police.”
“They’ll call it a prank and not give two shits. And even if they did try to do anything, there’s so many followers, it would just regroup and start over, somewhere else. It won’t be long before they find out it was me who leaked the video, and they’ll come after me. And I won’t be able to protect you. They’ve sought you out already. You’ve been targeted.”
“Targeted?”
“She expects you as her prey, in her mind you’re a done deal. Precious blood.”
“Won’t they know you’re gone?”
“They think I’m bringing you to the red cottage.”
“What’s that?” Clara says her eyes scanning her surroundings. Not a cottage in sight, just an empty gravel parking lot, dimly lit by a few scattered street lights.
“It’s this secret place she reserves for her sacred prey.”
“Who?”
“Ivy, she’s pure poison. She’s the countess, she’s the one who started this whole thing. And she loves newbie blood. By newbie- they mean someone who is completely unaware of the true meaning behind this facade of a bar.”
“Newbie. So that’s why everyone was calling me that. I felt like everyone’s eyes were following me. I thought I was going crazy.”
“You’re not crazy, they were all watching you, waiting, sniffing you out, luring you into their trap.”
“Sniffing?”
“Oh yea, newbies carry a certain scent, apparently.”
“They really believe this shit?”
“That’s a cult for you.”
“This is insane.” *Clara feels her vision starting to blur.* “I I I feel like I’m gonna faint again,” she says reaching for him.
“Ok, hey, ok, you’re ok, take a seat,” he says grabbing her hands and guiding her back to the car. “Just breathe ok, nice and slow. In, and out. Look at me, Focus.” He says.
In that moment Clara was so grateful for this man she’s never met before. He saved her life and she didn’t even know his name.
“I’m sorry, I tend to faint when my nerves are set into over drive.”
“It’s ok, I figured that when you passed out before I put you in the trunk. Sorry about that by the way, I had to make it look believable. It’s been my job to take care of the chosen one and unfortunately that includes duct tape and a trunk.”
“I’d gladly take the trunk any day, if it means staying the hell away from those freaks. I’m Clara, by the way.” She says steadying her breathing.
“Nice to meet you Clara, I’m Christian,” he says smiling, his teeth perfectly pearly white, he extends his muscular arm, as she shakes his hand. His grip firm. His palms soft, but clammy.
“So you’ve done this before, this red cottage thing?”
“I’ve only worked here for a month. So, I’ve only had to do it twice. And both times, the chosen have proven worthy to join the cult, so they are now members, and no longer hunted prey. That’s the whole game. Kind of cat and mouse. Somehow they can sniff out the special ones. The rest just get used as blood bags, like you saw in the video. The chosen get taken to the red cottage, where Ivy preps them. She decides if they are worthy to join or be bled dry. Even though her senses are usually spot on, when it comes to true newbies, she says it can go either way and she needs to be sure if they are really ready for the vampire life.”
“And how does she decide that?”
“She gives you this test. Asks bizarre questions, tastes your blood. If it’s sweet you die because she knows she’ll enjoy taking your blood, if it’s bitter you get to live. So any precious prey that end up here, they better prey their blood is bitter.”
“What?”
“Does that even surprise you at this point, after everything you’ve seen?”
“This is inhumane. I have no words. These people are demented. I’m completely confused. I don’t know what the hell any of this really means.”
“Join the club. It’s not something anyone should ever have to know.”
“So what do we do now? What happens when they find out you didn’t bring me to the red cottage?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t think that far ahead.”
“So they can be coming after us, any minute!”
“We’re a few miles out, that’ll buy us time.”
“My friends, oh my god, I was supposed to meet my friends! What if they’re still there? I have to go back!”
“Are you insane!? Have you not been listening to me? Ivy will kill you,” he says grabbing her shoulders.
“Not if I play along.”
“You can’t fake bitter blood Clara.”
“No, but I can lure her away from her followers. Think about it without them, she’s just some red head with fake fangs and a cloak. I can take her.”
“You think so, you faint at every sign of danger.”
“I can do this, I have to. We have to put a stop to these freaks.”
“I don’t like this Clara. I don’t want you alone with her.”
“I won’t be, you’ll be with me, right? Ya know just in case I need back up,” she says with a nervous laugh.
“This is not funny.”
“I have to try. My friends are newbies too. I can’t let her hurt them. And you shouldn’t either. Now I know you saved my life. And I am so grateful to you. I am. But you’ve sat on this job, knowing about their world for a month. Knowing people have died.”
“I’m not proud of it Clara, believe me,” he says looking away in shame.
“I do believe you,” she says taking his hand in hers. Christian’s eyes flick up instantly to meet Clara’s. “Before you didn’t have someone willing to help you. It’s different now. I’m here and together, we can take this whole freak show down. But I can’t do it alone.” Christian stares at her for a beat, he sighs. 
“Ok…here’s what we can do…” 

**5:00 AM**

Christian stands above a seated, tied up Clara. Her legs taped together, her hands taped in front of her, resting in her lap. Candles lit amongst red silk curtains, and red velvet carpet.
Christian bends down to grab more tape, as he hears a car pull up, the headlights beaming past the small window in the corner of the dimly lit small cottage.
“She’s here,” he says turning to Clara as he rips another piece of tape holding up to her mouth. “I’m sorry but, I have to make her think you’ve been this way since I took you.”
Clara nods. Panic setting in.
Christian notices, he leans in and kisses her bright red lips, his free hand cupping her face, as Clara’s mind spins her lips follow his, her heart beat quickening.
“I won’t let her hurt you,” he says kissing her once more, before placing the tape across her mouth.
Christian stands as the door to the cottage flies open revealing a blood stained Ivy.
“Well well, we meet again,” she says walking in, her cloak draping across the floor as she saunters around Clara, breathing her in.
She leans down, placing her hands upon Clara’s shoulders, whispering in her ear, “My you smell good.”
Clara winces, pulling away.
“Did you tell her the rules Christian?”
“Yes Countess,” he says bowing and taking a knee.
Clara’s eyes widen at his obedience to this woman of hell.
Suddenly Clara begins to feel dizzy, her mind begins turning, thoughts flying through her head.
Did I just get played? Was this the plan all along, to lure me here and gain my trust? What do I really know about this Christian guy? Why the hell did I believe him? Why because he’s gorgeous? I just made the biggest mistake of my life. Clara begins to fade.
“Good, now, shall we get started,” Ivy says cackling as she turns to get the materials to start her personal ceremony,” Christian makes a swift move and reaches behind his back, he pulls out a gun and shoots Ivy in the back, the ringing pierces through Clara’s ears as she jolts. Ivy’s body goes limp, falling to the ground, blood pooling out of her.
Christian leans down, and feels for a pulse. He pulls out a walkie and speaks into it, “This is agent Christian Clark. I’m requesting an ambulance for a deceased female, and immediate back up at the old broken down parking lot in Fort Falcon. Also send units to the bar THIRST- address 166 6th street. Proceed with caution, subjects are armed, and dangerous.”
Christian rushes over to Clara’s side, her eyes are wide, her mind foggy.
“Hey, I’m sorry, I’m sorry you had to see that. Are you ok?” he says peeling the tape off her mouth and cutting her free. She sits there in a state of shock.
“Clara? Clara, hey, can you hear me?” he says holstering his gun and grabbing her face in his hands.
“You’re not blinking at all. Clara. Clara. Hey. You can hear me, I know you can. Hey come on back Clara. Come back to me. Clara. Clara, blink for me. Clara.”
Clara blinks and focuses her vision on Christian.
“You’re a cop?” she says completely confused.
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was under cover. I couldn’t risk it. I didn’t know if you were a part of it, or just a ploy to draw me out. I had to be sure you were telling the truth too.”
“So you lied, when you said that the police wouldn’t care.”
“Yes. I had to.”
“What about the two other newbies who joined the cult? The ones that you said you had to take here?”
“Also undercover agents. They’re working from the inside too. See I was only able to see certain aspects of the cult, they do things I had no clue about, we needed people to really infiltrate. The three of us had to really pull some major cons in this whole thing.”
“I can only imagine. So why have you waited so long to do this? Why not just bring Ivy in when she brought the first agent back here?”
“We had to gather more evidence.”
“That video wasn’t evidence enough.”
“Unfortunately no, with all the technology available online, kids these days can alter anything. They would have dismissed that video as a prank. We needed a witness. We needed you.”
“Me?”
“Well we didn’t seek you out personally, you just kind of happened to be in the right place at the right time. And you were actually someone who agreed that this place was a total freak show and needed to be destroyed. A few months ago, we started noticing a lot of people were going missing in the area. No sign, nothing. Other than the link that THIRST was the last place they were known to be. So we started investigating. When I got wind of what this place was. I knew I had to play it smart, give it time, build a case, and get inside the minds of these freaks. As much as I hated it, I wanted justice for all the lives they stole.”
“Did you find any of the missing people?”
“A few, unfortunately it was a little too late for some- they were killed, but many had joined the cult. I don’t know if it was because they wanted to or if it was strictly out of fear. That’s why we put two agents on the inside.”
“I feel like I’m going to throw up,” Clara says pacing as she grabs her stomach.
“Clara.”
“I need to call my friends. I lost my phone, can I-”
“Of course,” he says reaching into his pocket and handing it to her.
Their hands graze each other’s and Clara ignores it turning away as she dials. Christian’s eyes flicker to her, his eyes wondering her curvy body in her fitted black velvet dress. Her toned legs pace the cottage carpet, as her red spike heels scuff it up.
Christian coughs and looks away, giving her some privacy.
“Hello? Betty? Betty oh my god, where are you, are you ok?” Clara says frantically.
A blonde girl and some friends are being escorted by police out of the bar, “Clara, oh my god, are you ok? I’ve been trying to call you!”
“Yes, I’m ok, I’ve been trying to call you, are you with everyone else? Is everyone ok?”
“Yes, we’re all here, we’re ok too, but I swear you wouldn’t believe what just happened.”
“Trust me, I think I know a little more than you think, I’m on my way.”
“Can you take me back to my friends, they’re at the bar.”
“I really think you should go to the hospital.”
“She didn’t get the chance to hurt me. I’m fine, thanks to you.”
“Clara, I’ve lost track of how many times you’ve suffered panic attacks and fainted tonight.”
“Well excuse me, I’ve been scared out of my mind, what with getting tied and thrown into a trunk and brought to a vampire’s lair.”
“You’ve been through one hell of a mess, all the more reason to get checked out.”
“I will, after I meet up with my friends. Please. I just need to get out of here,” she says looking at Ivy’s lifeless body sitting in a crimson pool.
Christian hears sirens in the distance, they make their way closer. Soon the door opens to reveal paramedics and other police officers.
“Agent Clark, I’m Officer Megan Mullins, we’ll take it from here, why don’t you get this girl home.”
“Thank you,” Christian reaches out to shake her hand. “Come on let’s get you out of this hell hole,” he says taking Clara by the hand, and leading her out.

****
The ride went on silently, until Christian finally spoke.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“I don’t really know how to answer that question,” she answers her eyes watching the streets pass by as she stares out the window.
“Fair enough,” he says pulling up to the bar, ambulances, officers in blue, detectives, witnesses, suspects hauled off in cuffs, create a scene of madness.
It all moves in slow motion before Clara’s eyes. Christian parks his car and hops out, slapping a police light on his hood. Walking around he opens Clara’s door as she sits in shock.
“Clara. Clara?”
“CLARA!” Betty looks from the inside of a nearby ambulance, she comes running.
Clara is kicked out of her haunting memories when she hears her friend’s voice.
“Betty!” she yells, hopping up, and rushing over to hug her.

**A FEW MONTHS LATER**

Clara enters her apartment, setting her keys and purse down on her side table, as she flips through the mail she just brought up.
Her cell phone rings, and she glances at the unfamiliar number, “Hello?”
“Clara?”
“Who’s calling?”
“Clara, this is agent Christian Clark. I’m afraid it’s that time, we’re going to need you to testify in court on the THIRST case.”
“I can’t say I haven’t been expecting your call.”
“Would you be free for a cup of coffee one day, I can prep you on what to say?”
“I think that would be very helpful, thank you. I’m free now, I can come meet you.”
“Um sure, yea that works, just text me the place,” he says sitting at his desk at the police station. He looks at his cup of coffee and drops it into the trash.
“Ok, will do. See you soon.”
“See you then,” he says smiling.

****

Christian sits in a small cozy coffee shop, as he waits for the beautiful brunette to saunter back into his life.
Clara walks into the shop and scans the room, her eyes clocking on Christian’s. He smiles waving her over, she makes her way toward him.
“Agent Clark,” she says with a sweet smile.
“Clara, hey, how are you?” he asks, standing to hug her.
Clara hugs him tightly, as they both linger for a beat, taking each other in.
“I’m ok, I’m really good actually,” she says they both take their seats opposite each other.
“Good. I’m glad. You look great.”
“Thank you, so do you,” she says smiling.
“So I know that I haven’t checked in much since-”
“Stop, Christian. Please. You saved my life. God knows what could have happened if you weren’t there. I know you’re an agent, out there busy saving the world,” she says smiling brightly at the gorgeous man before her.
God he is still so gorgeous, she thinks.
Christian smiles back, God she is still breathtaking, he thinks.
“You wanna take a walk?” Clara says.
“Sure, I’ll grab us some coffee and meet you out front.”
“Thanks,” she says heading towards the exit.

****

“So full disclosure?” Clara asks.
“Of course.” Christian says as they walk along the streets.
“I’m really happy you called.”
“Yea?”
“Yea, I haven’t really been able to stop thinking about you and that kiss,” she says staring at the coffee in her hands.
Christian stops in his tracks and looks at her.
“Full disclosure?” he asks.
“Of course.” She says stopping and facing him.
“I didn’t check in sooner, because I felt like I couldn’t. When I kissed you, I knew I felt something for you. I knew I wanted to know you the minute I saw you. I knew I wanted you in ways that would be unprofessional for an agent to want his lead witness in his case, so I kept my distance.”
“So what changed your mind?”
“It’s no longer, my case.”
“What?”                                                                                                           

“Officer Megan Mullins, did me a favor, and took it off my hands.”
“So you saying you needed me to testify and that you can prep me were all what- just excuses to see me again?” she says her eyes narrowing, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Not exactly, I mean, kind of. Yes I wanted to see you again and I saw this as my in. But I don’t need you to testify, Megan does. But yes I can still help prep you, if you’d like.”
“Sure, my place is just a few blocks from here, we can go there.”
“Ok, lead the way,” Christian says gesturing.

****
Clara unlocks her apartment door and steps aside, letting Christian in.
“Nice place,” he says walking in.
“Thank you, here let me take your coat,” she says hanging hers up on a nearby coat rack, as he hands her his.
“So I was thinking we can just go over the details of that night and write them down, then from there come up with a statement of some kind. Then I’ll just put you through the ringer, asking you all the questions I think they’ll ask you-”
“Christian.” She says her voice cutting through his last few words.
“Yea?”
“Do you honestly think, I brought you here, for legal advice?”
“I-” he stops and looks at her, a smile forming on both of their lips, as she walks toward him.
He quickly pulls her by the waist, letting his lips crash onto hers.
Clara’s hands cup his face, as she walks them backward forward her bed room.
Unbuttoning and tossing each other’s shirts.
They fall back onto her white cotton bed spread, as Christian’s kissing becomes deeper and deeper each time, an urgency playing on his lips.
He pulls away and looks at her, his eyes flickering with a deep desire.
She smiles pulling him to her and kissing him forcefully as he grips her hips. Kissing her once more, he playfully bites her lower lip, a little blood escaping.
Clara winces, with a slight laugh, Christian pulls away from her, “Sorry about that love, let me get that for you,” he says kissing her again, as he licks the blood off her lower lip.
Clara’s brow furrows for a bit, but she is soon enough distracted by his lips traveling to her neck. Christian’s lips dance along her jugular vein. His kissing becoming quicker, more forceful, harder, the sucking beginning to hurt. Bruise.
Clara starts to stir uncomfortably.
“Christian, Christian, Stop.” But he doesn’t.
She pushes him off her and screams, as his fangs come into clear view, in one swift move he sinks them into her neck, her blood covering her crisp white bed sheets.

**ONE YEAR LATER**

Clara jolts awake, and looks to see a concerned Christian in bed beside her.
“Don’t tell me- the nightmare, where I turn into a vampire during sex?”
“Ugh, yes,” she laughs covering her face, a large diamond ring shining in the moonlight on her left hand.
Christian starts to laugh.
“It’s been nearly two years. I’ve testified. We won. Everything is back to normal. It should be over. Why am I still having bizarre dreams, and more importantly why is it always you killing me? I don’t understand it, your the only person who makes me feel 100% safe. It just doesn’t make any sense.”
“Babe, you know what your therapist said, you went through a bizarre traumatic experience. The details are all mangled in your mind, it’s going to take time to work through all that. You can’t rush it. And remember your fears may be unrealistic, but they are valid. You once said there was a point where you wondered if you could trust me. I mean that’s understandable, we barely knew each other. You didn’t really have reason to believe me.”
“Well I’m so glad that I did,” she says smiling over at him.
“Yea?” he says smiling.
“Yea, because then I wouldn’t be engaged to the sexiest, smartest agent New York has ever seen,” she says pulling the blankets over as she climbs on top of him, straddling him.
“Oh really?” he says his hands sliding up her sides, causing her sexy red lingerie night gown to lift ever so slightly.
“Mm Hmm.” She says smiling, as his hands slide further around her waist.
Smirking, Christian sits up and kisses her.
He flips her over hovering on top of her, “I love you so much, and I can’t wait to make you my wife,” he says, placing a passionate kiss on her lips, her arms circling around his back. Christian adjusts meeting Clara’s body, moving her closer to him. Then as she lets out a breathy sigh, he places a kiss on her lips, his hands gripping her thighs.
Christian pulls away looking at Clara.
“What?” she asks.
“I vant to suck your blood,” he says in an exaggerated count Dracula cartoon voice as he jokingly bites her neck between fits of laughter.
Clara starts to laugh and shoo him off.
“I hate you,” she says giggling, as he stops and starts placing sweet kisses along her neck.
“You love me,” he says looking down at her, as he kisses her lips once more, sweetly.
Clara kisses him back.
“I do love you, you fool” she says in between all the many kisses that followed.              

“So are you gonna put on those spiky red heels you know I like so much?” he asks with a smirk.                                                                                                                                                      

“I think that could be arranged,” she says smiling.
Christian’s hands glide across her body, as Clara’s hands circle the nape of his neck, her ring glistening into the night and the rest of their lives.

 

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On The Run- Part 9

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***Read Part 8 HERE

Charlie sits in the lounge area of the hotel suite.

Replaying his conversation with Sage in his head.

The pain etched on her face was unlike he’s seen yet.

It was deeper, darker, the fear was somehow realer.

Charlie hears the shower turn off. He shuts the TV, not having the mind to actually watch it anyway. It was just background noise at this point. Charlie sits waiting for Sage to emerge from the bathroom.

A few minutes later she opens the door, stepping out in pajamas, her hair still damp.

Charlie stands up.

Looking over at him, Sage pauses and holds her hand up.

“Please can we just not talk about this anymore?”

Charlie holds his hands up in surrender.

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry I pushed you. I respect what you’re saying and I’m sorry I upset you. I assure you that was never my intention.”

“I know. I’m sorry I got so defensive. This whole thing- it’s a nightmare, and I just want it to stop.”

“I know.”

Charlie and Sage exchange small smiles, not knowing what to say next.

“I think I’m going to head to sleep. I’m kind of exhausted.”

“Sure,” Charlie says with a slight nod.

“Goodnight,” Sage says turning and walking toward her room.

“Goodnight,” Charlie says his eyes lingering on her retreating figure.

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Sage lay awake staring up at the ceiling, the fan spinning above her makes a humming noise as a faint breeze rustles the curtains in her room.

Her mind flashes back to the moment, her whole world shifted.

Sage. Talk to me. Please. Sage. I love you.”

“I do. I love you.”

“Talk to me. And I will protect you. I swear.”

Sage sighs covering her face.

She turns the tv on for a distraction.

A news report flashes on.

The male news reporter states:

The main suspect in the Wakefield murder case is said to be a woman, in her mid to late 20’s, long dark hair and dark eyes. Petite build and about 5’6’’. Although we are doing everything we can to find her, she still remains at large. If you have any information please step up and either call the number on the screen or visit your local police stations and ask to speak to a detective covering the case.

On the other side of the door, Charlie lay awake in frustration, his body tense and his mind racing.

Anyone who may know of her whereabouts and does not come forward can be subject to being charged with accessory.

Sage’s head is spinning.

Charlie’s head pops up upon hearing Sage’s bedroom door open.

“Are you awake?” she whispers standing in the doorway.

“Yea, kinda hard not to be,” he says looking over at her.

Sage walks over to the couch where Charlie sits.

“Will you just, will you hold me.”

Charlie looks up at her, making room for her on the couch he creates a space for her welcoming her with open strong arms.

She sits as his arms wrap around her, she snuggles into his chest.

After a few minutes she looks up at Charlie, she nuzzles into his neck and kisses it.

He looks down at her.

Her eyes glance up at him, as she pulls him into a kiss.

“Sage,” He says sighing heavily, fidgeting in his seat.

She looks at him with questioning brown eyes. An innocence gleams.

Charlie can’t help it, he caves cupping her face and kissing her back.

Sage reaches for his shirt as she lifts it up over his head. She stands up and takes his hand walking him toward the master bedroom.

Laying down, she pulls him onto her as she kisses him again.

Charlie pulls away.

“We said we’d wait until you were ready.”

“I am ready.”

“Sage?”

“Please don’t question me.” She says pulling him back to her into a kiss.

Charlie kisses her back as the two of them fall into the sheets. The world and all their problems melting around them.

“I do love you, know that.” she whispers just before kissing him again.

Charlie looks at her slightly in shock but a happy smile soon finds his lips as he pulls Sage closer, kissing her more intensely.

Sage awakes a few hours later, clad in silk sheets lying next to Charlie in bed.

She scoots closer to him and kisses him sweetly.

He’s too exhausted to notice, sound asleep.

She knows what she has to do. It’s what’s best. It’s why she let them do what they did. Because she knew it was going to be her last night, her last chance to be with Charlie.

She wraps herself in a sheet and leans down to collect her clothes off the floor. Slinking off to her bedroom to get dressed.

A few minutes later, she stands at the kitchen counter writing a note.

Dear Charlie,

I know that when you wake up, you’re probably going to hate me. I’m not good at goodbyes and I didn’t want you trying to talk me out of doing this. I hope that you can understand why I did this. I did this for my sanity, because I can’t keep running from my mistakes. But more so, because I can’t let you get caught is this mess any more than you already are. If anything were to happen to you because of me, I would not be able to forgive myself. You are a beautiful man and a sweet soul. And I thank you for all you’ve done for me, but most importantly for the love you’ve showed me. I’ve gone to turn myself in. It’s time. Please do not try and chase after me, or try to change my mind. This is something I desperately need to do.

I love you,

Stay Safe

Sage. ❤

Sage folds the note and walks over, leaving it on Charlie’s nightstand.

She looks at him with a sad weighty sigh, as she leaves the room.

Charlie awakes a while later. Looking around he begins to dread that familiar feeling.

“Sage.”

Met with silence he knows she’s gone.

Charlie jolts up pulling on his jeans, he looks around for clues as to where she went. He sees the envelope on the night stand and opens it.

Upon reading it, his eyes begin to water.

“Damn it! Don’t do this to me, not again!” he says the tears falling freely down his face.

Charlie panics and paces the room, not sure what to do. He wants to respect her wishes but he knows there’s more to this story then she’s told him and maybe, just maybe she’s just being too tough on herself. She deserves better than what she’s settling for.

Charlie reaches in his jean pocket, finding his wallet he searches in it, pulling out another business card.

Rushing over to  the hotel phone, he dials. After a few rings, the receiver of the call answers.

“Hello Malloy, its Steinfeld. I’m gonna need a favor.”

To Be Continued….

Stay Tuned for the conclusion of On The Run…Part 10 scheduled for next week! 😀

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