A Witch's Scorn

Chapter Seven

We ate dinner in awkward silence. Candy kept trying to strike an interesting conversation, but they seemed to be caught in her throat. She smiled weakly, “This shrimp is the bomb dot com!” I laughed nervously. I noticed that every time I looked into my plate, she gave me a nervous glance.

“The search for Nancy Claiborne is still under way,” a perky woman said on a television screen. Candy and I dropped our forks and looked at the television screen.

“After the Claiborne penthouse was set ablaze, and Mr. and Mrs. Claiborne’s bodies were identified, the question everyone is asking remains. Where is their daughter Nancy? The girl’s body has not been found. Some witnesses say that they saw her jump from her window, but afterwards she disappeared. Where is she now?”

A picture of me flashed up on the television screen. The blonde waiter was on her way back, when she noticed that picture on the screen. She dropped her tray and stared at me in disbelief. She pointed at me with a trembling finger.

“Time to go,” yelled Nancy as she threw a fifty on the table. She snatched my hand and pulled me from the booth.

“It’s her it’s Nancy!” the waitress called!

“Run Candy,” I yelled.

“We are running,” she retorted back as we dashed between tables.

“Now super speed run,” I yelled back.

Candy nodded and at the same time we burst into a sprint. In seconds we were down the block and in an alleyway.

“I didn’t know you were wanted,” Candy gasped putting holding the bridge of her nose.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed, “But neither did I. No one cared about me before, I had no idea they would care now!”

“You can’t be seen,” Candy said approaching me, “We have to get you back to the hide out, and you have to stay there until this all blows over.”

“How long is that!” I shouted back. I just got my freedom, I did not want to sit around in a rundown apartment.

“At least until you have the baby,” Candy sighed as she put a hand on my shoulder, “By then you’ll be long forgotten. Just in case, we can dye your hair black.”

“No!” I shouted. Candy looked at me in shock. “My hair is my prized possession,” I explained, “The red color is just like my mom’s. Whenever I look in the mirror, it reminds me so much of her. It’s like she’s always with me. I know it’s weird, but I just couldn’t change my hair.”

“How petty,” laughed a cold voice.

Candy and I spun around. At the entrance to the alley, there stood a man. He was tall and slender. He wore a black overcoat that was darker than his hair. His skin was pale and waxy, while his eyes seemed dark and empty.

“What do you want?” barked Candy. She wasn’t nearly as frightened as I was.

“How bold and brave,” the man scoffed, “A pity really. I always enjoy the ones who are terrified. There’s something about hearing someone begging from their life, that just gets me hyped.”

He approached us with a malicious grin, a grin that looked familiar. A smile that looked smug, evil and cruel. Instantly I saw Trey’s face. I remembered how smug and happy he looked as he approached me that night. I remember the huge grin of confidence he had as he planned his attack. That arrogant smirk he had with his plans to use me, like nothing more than a sex object. My shoulders began to heave and my breaths became quick and sharp. The flame of rage built within me.