There must have been something in my expression, since Abed’s eyes quickly filled with worry, his hands come up to my shoulders, gently holding me, as if to prevent me falling apart.“Who was it?” he asks gently, staring directly into my eyes, searching for the answer,“The police, they have asked me to come down to the station.”He removes on hand from my shoulder, fishing for his phone, and when he does find it, he squints under the afternoon sun as he scrolls, he finds what he was searching for and presses the phone against his ear.“Who are you calling?”“Clay, we would need a lawyer if we would be walking into a station.”A frown slips over my face, why? we did nothing wrong, and before I could say that, he walks away, the call must have connected. I say my goodbyes to farmer George, and he asks me to come back soon. “Of course I will, they are right here!” I say as I jog back into the house,I don’t see Abed anywhere, but I knew he was in the house, the stone walls carried his
I did not.He apparently knew of a short cut, and we were at the station before I could pull myself out of my head long enough to make any moves. And when he snatched his hand back to himself I was grumpy, even when he came over to my side to open the door for me with a small smile on his face, I could not shake off the grumpiness I was feeling. He frowned slightly before leading me up the stairs to the station. “Miss Greene?”I turn in the direction of the voice, a woman in a brown leather jacket, coffee in hand, and eyes that scrutinized me from head to toe. “Detective Boone, my partner spoke with you earlier.” She stretched out her hand, and I take it, her handshake was firm, her palms rough.Her eyes land on Abed who stood protectively by my side, she was a tall woman, but she too looked up at him, no recognition in those experienced eyes. “Shall we go inside? The suspects are in holding.”“We will be in shortly.” Abed answers, drawing her attention from me to himself once aga
Usually, I was a terrible liar, until I thought of it as acting, then I could convince anyone about anything, so even with my heart slamming against my rib cage, my brain whirred to life, spitting out the different scenarios-- a few directors had said they loved my improv, hopefully it worked now. “Why? You think he has some kind of mind control powers on them?” I made sure to cross my arms, scoff at the end of the question, let the detective feel incredulous.Her eyes darted from the shivering four to me, then she blinks rapidly, her mouth opens to say something, but I beat her to it. “Are you actually making them the victims here right now? Seriously? They could have gotten those scars from lighting my house up, or as a pact between themselves to remember what they had done.” She took on look at them, a frown on her forehead,“Then why would they confess?”I let out a scoff, crying lady could have confessed, but I don’t see feminist going out of her way to confess, and I was yet
“Not so soon baby girl.” he whispered before planting a kiss on my forehead and slipping back to his seat, his hands firmly planted on the steering wheel.I was panting and colors swirled around in my vision, nothing registered in my mind, I was still very much dizzy from how he touched me. My body buzzed with energy. “You just made me hungry.” I say with a small laugh.He glanced at me then returned his eyes to the road, “I was thinking the same thing, want to get a burger?”I nod, feeling lighter and better than I have ever felt, it was unclear to me if it was the kiss, or the person who kissed me, just one thing was certain, this would be the first time I felt this... free. He orders our food, and doesn’t stop driving, or did he head back home, he was following a route I did not know. “Are we going somewhere?”He nods, “Yeah, I was thinking, food and a movie.”I quirk a brow in his direction, “Have things changed? Are people allowed into the movies with outside food, especiall
He flashed me a half pleased, half impressed smile, then slowly, I watch as he brought the burger to his mouth, taking a bite from it. I almost explode with impatience, I knew I was right, but I needed him to confirm it for me before I combusted into a million pieces. “Took you long enough.” was his response.A gasp leaves me.“I have those kinks too.” He told me himself, but I didn’t take it seriously, or as seriously as I should have.Years ago, when I first created the burner account, I only watched, hovering over posts I liked, not wanting to hit the like button just in case it linked back to Rachel Greene, even if I had created a new email just for the purpose of the account. When it was never linked back to me, I started to get relaxed, I liked posts, bookmarked them for later, and it was the thrill of my life. That was when I started to amass followers, it was not much but it was something. I watched as people linked in from their burners, I was envious of course, but the on
We end up staying until the last car rolled out before Abed started to drive away, he returned his attention to the movie earlier, but my mind kept wandering, going everywhere but the movie. “Why are we leaving last?” I ask with a pout, eager to get home and see what he promised to show me.He glanced at me, “They are your fans, we have to see that they got out okay.” Oh.It sounded like this was his routine, and they weren’t his fans, they were mine, I felt the heat rising up to my neck, shame almost turning me to a tomato. “I do care about them.”He smiled softly, “I know. I saw all you did for them during your fan meetings, or whenever one of them bumped into you. Even the stalkers.” I suck in a breath,“The stalkers! I wonder whatever happened to them, they disappeared.”“Sounds like you want the, to continue stalking.” he says with creased brows before returning his gaze to the road. “No! Of course not, it is just, do stalkers just disappear? I had a fear of them coming back
I clutched at my chest, relief visibly shaking me, Abed watched me with amused brows and a small smile lining his mouth. “I thought you didn’t mind.”“I thought nobody would recognize me in hundreds of people, and Joanne doesn’t count.” I say with narrowed eyes, but he only nods in a way that tells me he was mocking me. “Joanne, it is almost as if you live here.” Abed tells us once she gets to us,The smell of alcohol on her breath reaches me when she laughs, and pulls me in for a hug, Abed’s brows shoot up, mine mirrors the action, we had buried the hatchet, but was a hug not too personal? She releases me and wags a finger in Abed’s direction, “And I can’t believe you finally came here, after all the years I spent begging you to join us.” she turned to me, her eyes narrowed,“Did you do this?”I gulp, then turn to look at him, he rolled his eyes, forcing me to return my eyes to her but I don’t have the answer she wants. Suddenly her eyes brighten, and she laughs, “If you did,
His door swung open and he walked back to me, I turn so that my entire body is facing him, I bite my lip in anticipation, waiting until he was a few feet close to me before I blurt,“I am sorry. I am so sorry.”He crossed his arms, I swallow, dragging my eyes away from his bulging muscles under his Grey T shirt. “What exactly are you sorry for?”My throat dries, no matter how many times I swallow, it doesn’t help, he was talking to me again, and in response to his question, my brain shot in different directions, trying to find the best response to his question. “For embarrassing you?”He looked at me like he looked at me then, like he didn’t know what to do with me. “Not it?”He let out a sigh before answering, “No, that is not it at all. Do you trust me?”I blink, the question threw me off, did I trust him? For some reason, the answer to that question without doubt, was yes, I did trust him, even if I just met him, and didn’t know everything about him, he was the one person I trus