Faceless Instincts

Reunited

The next morning I washed away every touch from last night in the shower. My wounds started to burn and I glanced in the mirror. There was a long cut on my throat, a bruise forming under my collarbone a wound at my back and a deep bite mark on my ear. My fingers were already numb. I knew if they got injured one more time I will lose them forever.

It took a great deal to put on my clothes Lucy helped me with my hair, which she pinned up nicely and beautifully, something that I wouldn't have done myself but I will admit it looked, after finishing up I grabbed my bag, "where do you think you are going?" She asked, panicking.

"After what happened last night, I don't think I have a lot of energy or time left with me. All I want to do before I completely exhaust myself is to find out as much as I can." Talking was a tough task for me right now as the fear of this man being around bloomed rapidly inside me. Last night I had talked to Lucy like she did with me; through writing.

Lucy was sceptical about my decision, she knew I was right, but I guess her motherly instincts were kicking in when she tried to psyche me out of it.

"Lucy," I placed my hand on her small shoulder, "I know I look beaten up but I am a psychiatrist you can't use mind tricks with me."

She huffed and puffed until I sat in a taxi and then rolled her eyes when I waved goodbye only to make me laugh a little.

I had already talked to the father and he had agreed to meet with me, while on my way to the church I texted Nikolai, it was a short on-point text, explaining that I needed to tell him something before leaving.

Mr Wembley was growing persistent, he had even sent me a digital copy of my train ticket.

As I was dreading, Nikolai didn't respond and it did put a little pressure on my heart, I hadn't expected myself to feel this way just because Nikolai didn't want to talk. I tried to compose myself but an involuntary shaken sigh left my body and I felt weak.

I stepped into the cold empty yard of the church and found no one there. I wasn't sure if that made me feel more paranoid and terrified or relieved.

I stood there for a minute or so and then made my way up the stairs. Stepping into the church I guided myself in the corner pew and waited. Reflecting on everything from the very beginning I wondered how everything got so dark.

It started as helping Dorian and within an eye blink I found out it was a hallucination, Dorian was dead and my search for the truth about what made Dorian kill himself has not turned into a full-fledged cat mouse chase that I have no way out of. I was being harmed, warned and ripped. All the way falling for someone who doesn't have anything to do with me.

I was drowned in my thought when I felt someone sit beside me. I glanced up at them and then down again, "I shouldn't have worn my casual clothes I guess." The person said and I looked up.

It's was father in his normal clothes, dark blue jeans and a loose deep brown sweater, "I am sorry...I" I started to apologise and he chuckled.

"It's fine, it happens a lot." He looked down at himself, "People often forget that I do have a life outside the church."

I shook my head and looked up at him, all of a sudden he started to seem young, I guess somewhere around Nikolai's age. Though I held my tongue and didn't ask

"What happened to you, you seem... Broken and" he glanced at my ear, "chewed."

I chuckled, "I got attacked," whispering, it touched my ear.

"Don't touch it." He said and removed my hand from my ear, "let's go outside," he said standing up.

As we entered the garden he unlocked a small iron gate that led into a smaller well-manicured garden filled with fragrant flowers, "tell me what happened?"