HUNTED: Chapter 15

Hey Guys!!! Thank you much for your patience with me. I started a new Pampered Chef Biz and things just TOOK OFF. It’s been impossible to keep up on my everyday life. I decided to go off-the-grid for a few hours today so I can’t get this eagerly awaited chapter out to you! Let me know what you thinning in the comments below!

Here are some photos of my life in last few months so you can see all the changes!

Fifteen.

Officer Finn Holland:

The bullpen was buzzing. Everyone had something to say. There own ideas, there own leads, there own opinions. Suddenly nothing was more important then the secret the Watson family has kept for the last eight years. It wouldn’t have been as big of a deal if the Watson men weren’t our leaders and a legacy in the precinct.

I was slouched back in my chair, foot over knee, one arm resting on my desk while the other was upright, elbow on armrest, my fingers weaving a paper clip between them. The pit may have been buzzing but I was zeroed in on the man pictured in the center of our murder board. The classic Watson dark hair and near black eyes. Dexter Westcox, born too Harlem Watson and Darla Westcox fifty-four years ago. Which made him fourteen years older then Mac Watson, the son we all knew about. According to Harlem, who confessed to everything when he was confronted. Apparently the man known to have a dark side caved like a lioness in heat.

Avery, was propped against a desk with most of the team surrounding her as she told them, again, how she apprehended the chief of police for the murder of his own son, eight years prior. Everyone, ooooed and ahhhed, but I wasn’t convinced.

Why would a man like Chief Harlem Watson buckle that quickly? It was obvious to me that he was covering something up, but Avery told me I needed to shut my “rookie mouth.” She wanted her glory, now she had it.

As the story went, Harlem knocked up his high-school sweetheart, Darla, when they were seventeen. Her parents moved her far away before he even found out about the pregnancy. Fourteen years later, Dexter showed up at his door step looking just like him so there was no denying that he was his son. By this time Harlem was already married to Mayor Carpenter’s daughter Faye, and they shared a son, Mac Watson. Since it was an election year Harlem didn’t want to embarrass his father-in-law so he sent Dexter away. Apparently, Dexter had been in and out of Harlem’s life and eight years ago he came looking for money. After denying him the money they had a massive fight, that ultimately resulted in Dexter’s death. Harlem claims to have dumped the body in Flathead Lake.

That was the story anyways.

I didn’t buy it.

Avery said that Lennox must have been confused because a dead man couldn’t murder and rape a young woman.

And yet…Lennox seemed so sure when she saw that photo.

I looked up Dexter Westcox and all that I found was a pile of facts. Like he was well choreographed, a written character, a man who simply lived and then disappeared one day. Nothing about his record seemed right. And when I looked up Darla Westcox, it said she died via suicide due to severe postpartum depression.

“Want to grab a beer?” Johnson asked hitting my desk with force, knocking me out of my train of thought.

“No. I have to catch up on a few things here.” I said not taking my eyes off of the murder board, specifically Dexter’s photo.

Johnson followed my eyes and saw what I was staring at, “Want to grab a beer?” He repeated.

This time I looked at his eyes and they seemed to be telling me something, Johnson didn’t want a beer, he wanted to talk to me privately.

“Let’s go.” I said reaching for my keys.

Lennox Rose:

The water burned my skin and yet I couldn’t feel it. Cory’s words had been running through my head for hours. I could hardly focus at my physical therapy appointment and by the added ache in my shoulder I knew I didn’t do my exercises the way I should have.

With a sigh I switched the water off and reached for my towel. I stepped out of the shower and into a sea of fog, which was odd because I was certain I turned the bathroom fan on. I took a few steps towards the fan and switched it on. The fan made a weird whirring noise before dying completely.

Figures.

I open the bathroom door and let some cold air in and that’s when I hear it. The slow creak of the floor boards. I freeze, wrapped in my towel in the door frame, unable to move. My heart rate accelerated so fast that I can feel the blood rushing in my ears. I want to move, but I am completely frozen in fear. The creaking gets closer, the footsteps nearer and nearer.

Finally I snap out of it and take a step back into the bathroom, towards the shower and reach in to grab the razor I shaved my legs with. It is a weak form of protection I’ll admit but it was better then the shampoo bottle.

I watch from behind the door as someone slowly pushed it further open and they step into the bathroom.

I lunge…

“LB! STOP! What are you doing?”

I know that voice, it’s not the man’s voice, but Jax’s. I blink a few times and Jax comes into view. I am holding the razor on his neck, a few drops of blood drip down to show that I was applying pressure.

I step back, “Oh my god, Jax… I’m…I’m…”

His arms wrap around me, tight, and I let out sob. Jax holds me up as my knees grow weak, too weak too stand.

“I thought you where…” I stammer through my tears.

“I know, I know…” Jax whispers in my ear, while rubbing my back in a soothing embrace.

After several moments I step back, “What are you even doing here? What where you thinking sneaking up on me like that?”

Jax runs his left hand through his oatmeal hair, “I don’t know, LB, I skipped last period and thought I would come by for a surprise visit. I didn’t see you this morning and after last night — I —” He runs his hand through his hair again, “I can see now that was a bad idea.”

“You think?” I shove him slightly, trying my best to lighten the mood.

We stand there for a minute unsure of what to say and as the silence passes we both become all too aware that I am in nothing but a flimsy old towel.

“I should get dressed.” I say making my way out of the bathroom, across the hall to my bedroom. Jax surprises me by following me.

“So your parents decided to go back to work?” He says kicking off his shoes and laying back on my bed. A minute ago I was terrified and now I am awkward as hell trying to figure out what to do with Jax. It’s not like I’ve never had a boy in my room before, but I am basically naked, my parents aren’t home, and it’s Jax.

“Yeah, dad was very reluctant. In the end he agreed to go back three days a week and do his office hours at home, virtually, by appointment only. His TA will help him out a lot this term.” I say with a shrug, “Actually I’m kind of glad he’ll be home every other day, you know?” I say trying my best not to be uncomfortable. I grab my brush off of my dresser and run it though my tangled wet hair.

“And your mom?” He asks, watching me from the bed. I am facing away from him but I can see the way his eyes keep roaming over me from the mirror I am standing in front of.

“Mom, said that she would stop working if it was necessary.” I roll my eyes. I take a minute to pull out my undergarments from my dresser. He is still watching me, eyeing the green thong I just pulled out. I laugh a little before motioning him to roll over with my hand. He laughs too but instead of rolling over he covers his face with my pillow.

I bite my lip, trying my best not to blush. I dress quickly in a pair of black leggings and an oversized sweater. Once I am dressed I don’t know what to do or what to say. “Would you like me to get you some water or something?” I ask for the sake saying something, plus it gives me something to do aside from walk over and sit on my bed, with him. We shared a bed last night and a steamy kiss in the bathroom, but somehow, in this moment it seems way more serious, and intimate.

“Nah, I am good.” Jax says patting the spot next to him.

I slowly walk over and lay down beside him, “What made you stop by?” I ask.

Jax rolls over on his side and suddenly we are eye to eye, the intimacy is too much so I roll over facing away from him. Jax wastes no time moving closer to me, so we are spooning. He is propped up on his elbow, looking down on me. Slowly he tucks my hair behind my ear and kisses my temple before settling down beside me. “I wanted to see you.”

His words are simple, yet so powerful. I let his arm drape around my belly, he feels warm and strong and just like that I realize how tired I am. My eyes close, my breathing syncopates with his, and within seconds I am asleep.

A cold chill hit my face and I blinked my eyes open. The sun was set and the house was eerily quiet. I scrubbed my hands over my face before rolling onto my back and stretching out. I was surprised at how late it was, I was obviously tired.

I wonder when Jax left and where my parents were. The wind howled outside causing the windows to creak and moan. Our house, was very old and was in constant need of work. Getting out of my bed I throw on my fuzzy bathrobe and bootie slippers. Even in my oversized sweater I was cold, my room has a slight breeze to it because it used to be the back porch. My dad converted it right before I started high school. It was long, narrow, and very drafty. It was going to be his in-home office but I was enticed by the idea of having my own private entrance to the house. Do to fire laws every house had to have two exits. When dad converted the porch to an enclosed room he had to move our back door. It really was the perfect set up for an in-home office, but I was glad I convinced him to let it be my room, the privacy was nice.

When I opened the door to my room I starred into a long unlit hallway. Shuddering, I walked down the hall into the living room. I never used to be afraid of the dark but now everything around me seemed ominous.

I found dad sitting in his favorite oversized chair, he was slouching, legs spread, head rested on the back of the chair, smoke ring around him.

“Darlin’” He says when he sees me. He was wearing his favorite pull-up trousers and hemp-made-flannel button up.

“Hey,” I say siting on the couch kitty corner from him. I watch as dad takes a long drag of his joint before exhaling slowly. Every time he exhales he closes his eyes. “Where’s mom?”

“She’s in New York.” He says dryly.

Typical. “Did she at least tell you this time?”

He shrugs before handing me the joint, “She told me after she arrived, said that should would be gone for two weeks, unless we needed her to come home.” He rolled his eyes, leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs and started rolling another joint on the coffee table in front of him.

Mom took time off work when I was in the hospital and I know that was hard for her. Even though we lived in Montana she spent most of the year in New York, teaching at her former ballet company. Her studio here was majorly successful and she wasn’t needed at all times. I had respect for my mom for having such an amazing talent, a God-given gift, but at the same time I hated her for it. It took a toll on me and my dad. Dad hated himself for knocking her up and bringing her to his hometown, but didn’t regret it because I was his world. I knew that. I always felt like ‘the thing that happened’ in her life. The milestone that took her life in a direction she never intended for it to go.

“You hungry?” Dad says lighting up.

“A little.” I say taking a hit myself.

“I made some black bean and sweet potato quesadillas, the cast iron is probably still hot.” He says nodding toward the kitchen behind us.

“Thanks, I’ll probably take you up on that.”

“You should eat something, Darlin’”

“I will. What time is it?”

“A little after eight.”

“And the cast iron’s still warm? Did you get home late?”

“No. I got home early.” He looks at me with a smirk on his face.

A blush sweeps across my cheeks.

“He left an hour or so after I got home. I came home saw you two sleeping and didn’t want to wake you. I know you have had a hard time sleeping lately.”

“And dinner?” I saw taking the subject off of Jax sleeping in my bed.

He shrugs, “I was waiting for you to wake up, but I eventually got to hungry.” He laughs a little, understanding that I didn’t want to talk about Jax in my room.

I go into the kitchen, warm up some food and get a glass of water before returning to the couch.

“Have you thought about school yet?” Dad asks.

“I think I am going to go back.” The school said I could finish off the year doing school remotely due to the trauma I have faced.

He raises his eyebrows, “Oh, yeah?”

I shrug, taking another hit before tucking into my food, “It will be hard but it’s better then being home alone all day. Plus I don’t want to loose my athletic scholarship.”

Dad stands up, walks over and kisses me on my temple, “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks, can we go in on Monday and talk to the principal?”

“Yes, I’ll have my TA take over for me.” Dad says from the kitchen. I hear him shuffling around before walking back and dropping a brown paper back on the coffee table in front of me.

“What’s that?” I ask setting my plate down.

Dad runs his hand through his beard, “Listen, Lennox I am not about to tell you how to live your life but I went to the store while you were sleeping.”

I scrunch up my face before opening the bag, “Oh. My. God. Dad!”

He shrugs, “I don’t know what’s going on with you and Jax and frankly I don’t want to know. However, you will NOT being getting pregnant under my roof, understand?”

This was awkward as hell, “Jax and I aren’t having sex! We don’t need,” I pause and look down at the huge box, “a one hundred pack of condoms.”

Dad is already walking to the master suite, “Don’t want to know! Good night, Darlin!” Fourteen.

Lennox Rose:

His house is everything I thought it wouldn’t be. It’s a small starter home on the south hill, complete with a white picket fence. The engine cuts after I turn the key to my father’s ol truck. The truck is very loud so when the engine quiets and the click of my seatbelt fills the Ford I feel invaded.

Finn Holland’s house is painted white, has a red door, trim, and shutters. The front yard is small, hosting a small patch of dead grass and random piles of melted snow. I set out of the truck and walk around the front so I can walk the cobblestone path that leads to the front door.

Officer Finn Holland:

The bullpen was buzzing. Everyone had something to say. There own ideas, there own leads, there own opinions. Suddenly nothing was more important then the secret the Watson family has kept for the last eight years. It wouldn’t have been as big of a deal if the Watson men weren’t our leaders and a legacy in the precinct.

I was slouched back in my chair, foot over knee, one arm resting on my desk while the other was upright, elbow on armrest, my fingers weaving a paper clip between them. The pit may have been buzzing but I was zeroed in on the man pictured in the center of our murder board. The classic Watson dark hair and near black eyes. Dexter Westcox, born too Harlem Watson and Darla Westcox fifty-four years ago. Which made him fourteen years older then Mac Watson, the son we all knew about. According to Harlem, who confessed to everything when he was confronted. Apparently the man known to have a dark side caved like a lioness in heat.

Avery, was propped against a desk with most of the team surrounding her as she told them, again, how she apprehended the chief of police for the murder of his own son, eight years prior. Everyone, ooooed and ahhhed, but I wasn’t convinced.

Why would a man like Chief Harlem Watson buckle that quickly? It was obvious to me that he was covering something up, but Avery told me I needed to shut my “rookie mouth.” She wanted her glory, now she had it.

As the story went, Harlem knocked up his high-school sweetheart, Darla, when they were seventeen. Her parents moved her far away before he even found out about the pregnancy. Fourteen years later, Dexter showed up at his door step looking just like him so there was no denying that he was his son. By this time Harlem was already married to Mayor Carpenter’s daughter Faye, and they shared a son, Mac Watson. Since it was an election year Harlem didn’t want to embarrass his father-in-law so he sent Dexter away. Apparently, Dexter had been in and out of Harlem’s life and eight years ago he came looking for money. After denying him the money they had a massive fight, that ultimately resulted in Dexter’s death. Harlem claims to have dumped the body in Flathead Lake.

That was the story anyways.

I didn’t buy it.

Avery said that Lennox must have been confused because a dead man couldn’t murder and rape a young woman.

And yet…Lennox seemed so sure when she saw that photo.

I looked up Dexter Westcox and all that I found was a pile of facts. Like he was well choreographed, a written character, a man who simply lived and then disappeared one day. Nothing about his record seemed right. And when I looked up Darla Westcox, it said she died via suicide due to severe postpartum depression.

“Want to grab a beer?” Johnson asked hitting my desk with force, knocking me out of my train of thought.

“No. I have to catch up on a few things here.” I said not taking my eyes off of the murder board, specifically Dexter’s photo.

Johnson followed my eyes and saw what I was staring at, “Want to grab a beer?” He repeated.

This time I looked at his eyes and they seemed to be telling me something, Johnson didn’t want a beer, he wanted to talk to me privately.

“Let’s go.” I said reaching for my keys.

Lennox Rose:

The water burned my skin and yet I couldn’t feel it. Cory’s words had been running through my head for hours. I could hardly focus at my physical therapy appointment and by the added ache in my shoulder I knew I didn’t do my exercises the way I should have.

With a sigh I switched the water off and reached for my towel. I stepped out of the shower and into a sea of fog, which was odd because I was certain I turned the bathroom fan on. I took a few steps towards the fan and switched it on. The fan made a weird whirring noise before dying completely.

Figures.

I open the bathroom door and let some cold air in and that’s when I hear it. The slow creak of the floor boards. I freeze, wrapped in my towel in the door frame, unable to move. My heart rate accelerated so fast that I can feel the blood rushing in my ears. I want to move, but I am completely frozen in fear. The creaking gets closer, the footsteps nearer and nearer.

Finally I snap out of it and take a step back into the bathroom, towards the shower and reach in to grab the razor I shaved my legs with. It is a weak form of protection I’ll admit but it was better then the shampoo bottle.

I watch from behind the door as someone slowly pushed it further open and they step into the bathroom.

I lunge…

“LB! STOP! What are you doing?”

I know that voice, it’s not the man’s voice, but Jax’s. I blink a few times and Jax comes into view. I am holding the razor on his neck, a few drops of blood drip down to show that I was applying pressure.

I step back, “Oh my god, Jax… I’m…I’m…”

His arms wrap around me, tight, and I let out sob. Jax holds me up as my knees grow weak, too weak too stand.

“I thought you where…” I stammer through my tears.

“I know, I know…” Jax whispers in my ear, while rubbing my back in a soothing embrace.

After several moments I step back, “What are you even doing here? What where you thinking sneaking up on me like that?”

Jax runs his left hand through his oatmeal hair, “I don’t know, LB, I skipped last period and thought I would come by for a surprise visit. I didn’t see you this morning and after last night — I —” He runs his hand through his hair again, “I can see now that was a bad idea.”

“You think?” I shove him slightly, trying my best to lighten the mood.

We stand there for a minute unsure of what to say and as the silence passes we both become all too aware that I am in nothing but a flimsy old towel.

“I should get dressed.” I say making my way out of the bathroom, across the hall to my bedroom. Jax surprises me by following me.

“So your parents decided to go back to work?” He says kicking off his shoes and laying back on my bed. A minute ago I was terrified and now I am awkward as hell trying to figure out what to do with Jax. It’s not like I’ve never had a boy in my room before, but I am basically naked, my parents aren’t home, and it’s Jax.

“Yeah, dad was very reluctant. In the end he agreed to go back three days a week and do his office hours at home, virtually, by appointment only. His TA will help him out a lot this term.” I say with a shrug, “Actually I’m kind of glad he’ll be home every other day, you know?” I say trying my best not to be uncomfortable. I grab my brush off of my dresser and run it though my tangled wet hair.

“And your mom?” He asks, watching me from the bed. I am facing away from him but I can see the way his eyes keep roaming over me from the mirror I am standing in front of.

“Mom, said that she would stop working if it was necessary.” I roll my eyes. I take a minute to pull out my undergarments from my dresser. He is still watching me, eyeing the green thong I just pulled out. I laugh a little before motioning him to roll over with my hand. He laughs too but instead of rolling over he covers his face with my pillow.

I bite my lip, trying my best not to blush. I dress quickly in a pair of black leggings and an oversized sweater. Once I am dressed I don’t know what to do or what to say. “Would you like me to get you some water or something?” I ask for the sake saying something, plus it gives me something to do aside from walk over and sit on my bed, with him. We shared a bed last night and a steamy kiss in the bathroom, but somehow, in this moment it seems way more serious, and intimate.

“Nah, I am good.” Jax says patting the spot next to him.

I slowly walk over and lay down beside him, “What made you stop by?” I ask.

Jax rolls over on his side and suddenly we are eye to eye, the intimacy is too much so I roll over facing away from him. Jax wastes no time moving closer to me, so we are spooning. He is propped up on his elbow, looking down on me. Slowly he tucks my hair behind my ear and kisses my temple before settling down beside me. “I wanted to see you.”

His words are simple, yet so powerful. I let his arm drape around my belly, he feels warm and strong and just like that I realize how tired I am. My eyes close, my breathing syncopates with his, and within seconds I am asleep.

A cold chill hit my face and I blinked my eyes open. The sun was set and the house was eerily quiet. I scrubbed my hands over my face before rolling onto my back and stretching out. I was surprised at how late it was, I was obviously tired.

I wonder when Jax left and where my parents were. The wind howled outside causing the windows to creak and moan. Our house, was very old and was in constant need of work. Getting out of my bed I throw on my fuzzy bathrobe and bootie slippers. Even in my oversized sweater I was cold, my room has a slight breeze to it because it used to be the back porch. My dad converted it right before I started high school. It was long, narrow, and very drafty. It was going to be his in-home office but I was enticed by the idea of having my own private entrance to the house. Do to fire laws every house had to have two exits. When dad converted the porch to an enclosed room he had to move our back door. It really was the perfect set up for an in-home office, but I was glad I convinced him to let it be my room, the privacy was nice.

When I opened the door to my room I starred into a long unlit hallway. Shuddering, I walked down the hall into the living room. I never used to be afraid of the dark but now everything around me seemed ominous.

I found dad sitting in his favorite oversized chair, he was slouching, legs spread, head rested on the back of the chair, smoke ring around him.

“Darlin’” He says when he sees me. He was wearing his favorite pull-up trousers and hemp-made-flannel button up.

“Hey,” I say siting on the couch kitty corner from him. I watch as dad takes a long drag of his joint before exhaling slowly. Every time he exhales he closes his eyes. “Where’s mom?”

“She’s in New York.” He says dryly.

Typical. “Did she at least tell you this time?”

He shrugs before handing me the joint, “She told me after she arrived, said that should would be gone for two weeks, unless we needed her to come home.” He rolled his eyes, leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs and started rolling another joint on the coffee table in front of him.

Mom took time off work when I was in the hospital and I know that was hard for her. Even though we lived in Montana she spent most of the year in New York, teaching at her former ballet company. Her studio here was majorly successful and she wasn’t needed at all times. I had respect for my mom for having such an amazing talent, a God-given gift, but at the same time I hated her for it. It took a toll on me and my dad. Dad hated himself for knocking her up and bringing her to his hometown, but didn’t regret it because I was his world. I knew that. I always felt like ‘the thing that happened’ in her life. The milestone that took her life in a direction she never intended for it to go.

“You hungry?” Dad says lighting up.

“A little.” I say taking a hit myself.

“I made some black bean and sweet potato quesadillas, the cast iron is probably still hot.” He says nodding toward the kitchen behind us.

“Thanks, I’ll probably take you up on that.”

“You should eat something, Darlin’”

“I will. What time is it?”

“A little after eight.”

“And the cast iron’s still warm? Did you get home late?”

“No. I got home early.” He looks at me with a smirk on his face.

A blush sweeps across my cheeks.

“He left an hour or so after I got home. I came home saw you two sleeping and didn’t want to wake you. I know you have had a hard time sleeping lately.”

“And dinner?” I saw taking the subject off of Jax sleeping in my bed.

He shrugs, “I was waiting for you to wake up, but I eventually got to hungry.” He laughs a little, understanding that I didn’t want to talk about Jax in my room.

I go into the kitchen, warm up some food and get a glass of water before returning to the couch.

“Have you thought about school yet?” Dad asks.

“I think I am going to go back.” The school said I could finish off the year doing school remotely due to the trauma I have faced.

He raises his eyebrows, “Oh, yeah?”

I shrug, taking another hit before tucking into my food, “It will be hard but it’s better then being home alone all day. Plus I don’t want to loose my athletic scholarship.”

Dad stands up, walks over and kisses me on my temple, “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks, can we go in on Monday and talk to the principal?”

“Yes, I’ll have my TA take over for me.” Dad says from the kitchen. I hear him shuffling around before walking back and dropping a brown paper back on the coffee table in front of me.

“What’s that?” I ask setting my plate down.

Dad runs his hand through his beard, “Listen, Lennox I am not about to tell you how to live your life but I went to the store while you were sleeping.”

I scrunch up my face before opening the bag, “Oh. My. God. Dad!” N

He shrugs, “I don’t know what’s going on with you and Jax and frankly I don’t want to know. However, you will NOT being getting pregnant under my roof, understand?”

This was awkward as hell, “Jax and I aren’t having sex! We don’t need,” I pause and look down at the huge box, “a one hundred pack of condoms.”

Dad is already walking to the master suite, “Don’t want to know! Good night, Darlin!”

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