When I open the door I hear Jaxon Hart’s terrified voice, “Lennox? Lenny? Come back to me, come on…come on…come on!” He is on the floor draped over a very blue looking Lennox. “What happened?” I bark moving towards them and touch Lennox’s neck. She has pulse but she is cold as ice and completely out of it.
My eyes are blinking rapidly as realization dawns on me that this was never about her. It has always been about me. Was that the first time he saw me? Or had he already been following me at that point? My knees lock and everything goes cold.
My mom always told me that beauty is achieved, not genetic. In other words she was firm believer in self-made, store bought perfection. I think she said this because her daughter was born just shy of beautiful, a mutant if you well. It was her way of trying to make me feel pretty but never once have I taken her actions as a compliment. Dad tells me I’m the green apple in a sea of red ones. A unique find, an acquired taste. In the end all I ever felt was less then. Never greater then.
I replayed her story in my head when the wheels starting turning, “You two weren’t planning on coming home that night?” She shook her head, having spent the last hour talking, it was easy to see that she was drained. Easy for me to tell that she was ready for quiet. I bit down on my lip again, “Interesting.” Lennox furrowed her eyebrows in a question, what?
“Stay,” He whispered in my ear as he started unbuttoning the cardigan for me. It was intimate and he never acted that way around me before.
He sighs, not out of frustration, but something else. Finn removes his hand from my knee and I shiver. His touch left me warm and now I felt freezer-burnt. He sucks in his bottom lip, nibbles it slightly, and then lets it free again. “We have reason to believe that the attack on you and Juliet wasn’t random, but planned.” He says.
The knife in question was left inside Juliet’s body, a disgusting act of violation. We know now that the knife was a gift given to Lennox from her father. We also know that the DNA left of the knife belongs to the fucker who did this. The question I keep going back to is, why he would switch to a knife, especially one that belonged to Lennox?
Get caught up before diving into chapter two: Hunted: Prologue HUNTED: Chapter One Two. Lennox Rose: Beep. Tap-tap. Snore? Beep. Click-Click. My eyes flutter open. I am in a dark room, lit by a small yellow light under a door to my left, and the moon glow from the window to my right. I … Continue reading HUNTED: Chapter Two
Take the time to catch up: ---> Hunted: Prologue WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE One. Officer Finn Holland: I inhale a sharp intake of breath. It is negative thirty degrees outside but I only know this because my watch says so. The cold is briery and the snow is deep, nearly thigh high. Unfortunately, the blizzard hasn’t … Continue reading HUNTED: Chapter One
Good evening you guys! Man I have missed creative writing Wednesday's - for those of you who don't live inside my head , that is what I have nick-named the day of the week that I choose to bore you with my creative writing shenanigans. For the first couple months of the year I posted … Continue reading Hunted: Prologue