Never Let Go (Zak Bagans Story)

Chapter Eight

Author's Note: Let the awe moment begin. Lol More to come.

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Chapter Eight

"You know Zak, you didn't have to see me to my room." Rylee said as the two of them took the stairs to the second level of the hotel. "I'm a big girl."

"I know..." Zak told her, watching the steps with each one he took. He didn't know why he told Aaron and Nick he would catch up with them later. Maybe it was to pick her brain and find out more about her when he barely knew anything about his new investigator. Sure, she has been with them for the last two years but there was never a talk between them because most of the time they were arguing or fighting. He made her time with them very difficult, mostly and she only retaliated against him because...well he was an ass about her joining them. The less people that joined in their cause of answers for the paranormal, the less people he had to worry about the side effects and the cost of what it does to one's soul. It was never that he didn't like Rylee or the mysteries that surround her, no not at all but it was the line of work and what it does.

He tried as he could to make it hard for her, hoping that his attitude towards her, the fighting and arguing would stray her from wanting to stick with them.

But she was determined.

And Zak knew, Rylee Masters wasn't going to leave. A part of him still hopes she would but yet there was something inside that was happy she was still here.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay about earlier." He said a few moments later, opening the door to the second level. He looked at her as she walked past him, fingers brushing across her hand.

Rylee stopped. She knew he wasn't talking about the incident with the mysterious shadow she saw in that room back at the LaLaurie Mansion. Oh no, he wanted to know about this morning when she snapped at him for sticking his nose in her business.

Yeah, that sure was what he was talking about. She rubbed her fingers across her forehead and sighed frustratingly. Why did he have to bring it up again? They were civil and she was starting to like talking to him and for once she didn't think he was an asshole...

Until now.

"Zak..." Her words failed her as she looked over her shoulder and made eye contact with his. Her eyes pleading him not too question, to stay out of it.

"Rylee, please." He muttered, taking a few steps towards her, his hand reaching out for hers. "You don't have to tell me. I get that whatever hurts, you don't want to talk about it." He moved closer, letting his hands move up her arms.

She watched as he moved closer to her, the touch she could feel through her shirt sleeves. The emotion his voice held as he spoke. The way her heart pounded when he said her name, her stomach fluttered when he was so close to her.

She looked away. "Zak, what do you want from me?" She questioned him, her own emotions were trying to get the best of her. Watering eyes, clammy hands and undeniable chills through her body.

"Just tell me..." He began, placing his finger underneath her chin and turned her head so that he could see her. "I just want to know that you're okay, truly okay."

She avoided his eyes like they were a plague. It wouldn't take much to get sucked in and spill her whole life story before she could stop it. There weren't many she confined in, only her friend Sam who happened to take over the case. No one else. The disastrous ending from her parents and her mother's accusations that it was her fault her sister was dead, Rylee vowed to never tell another soul no matter how bad she wanted too.

"I'm okay Zak." She said a moment later. She pulled the walls around her heart, blocked the needing of telling the truth and made eye contact with his. If he could see her desperation, the lies she's been telling them and her self for so long, she hoped he would move on and forget.