My psycho side

William is Alive

Maya's POV

             "I don't want him to be a part of this."

             "Protecting your man are we now?" What's with Walker?

              "Am I missing something here?" Rita asks shifting her gaze between me and Walker and he shrugs and gives her a cheeky smile.

            "Don't look at me. Walker is the one with answers." I honestly have no idea as to what Walker is hitting at right now by mentioning Clark, someone I don't want to be a part of my plans to destroy Jeff. Somehow I feel that it wouldn't be a good idea to involve him in my plans. He is someone who gets me to lose my focus and let my guard down and I don't want that as I fight Jeff.

             "Ok, jokes aside, do you think your father can be of any kind of help? We will need all the help we can get." Rita asks and both me and Walker give her the 'don't you know who the hell Larry is' look.

            "First off, don't address him as my father. He is just Larry to me and that's it. As for helping, yeah he did that. He gave me some cash and a car. He also wrote an address for me to go to but I will do that later after we have discussed the important issues." At the back of my eye I notice Walker shift a little as I mention Larry having left a note with an address on it. I slightly shift my gaze to him.

             "You wouldn't know anything about this would you, Walker?" As expected he denies it. What no one knows is I can figure out people with their mannerism and right now I know without doubt he's lying to me.

                "I don't even know your fa... Larry well. I only know him in a business matter." Okay I'll let this slide for now but I sure as hell will find out what he's hiding. I decide to change my mind as to why I came here in the first place. Something clicks in my mind.

                "I am going somewhere right now. We shall discuss this some other time." Rita nods her head and I leave without giving Walker a second glance.

    As I leave the house, Walker comes running after me.

              "Wait." He says and I stop in my tracks and turn slowly towards him.

               "When you get to the address, give this to the person you find there." He hands me a note and before I can ask what's in it he hurries back into the house. I am tempted to open the paper and read it but the only ounce of goodness in me (which I doubt I have) stops me. Maybe it is just pure curiosity of what this note will do to the person receiving it that what stops me. So I get in my car and drive off immediately leaving everything behind me. For once through the whole drive, I don't feel the presence of anyone following me. It both makes me happy and unsettled for a reason I don't know why.

    The path to the address is eerily quite and it kind of excites me. It's been a while since I last felt danger calling unto me and welcoming the homely feeling. The roads are quite, narrow, dark, cold and there isn't a single soul. I step out of my car after I park just in front of an incomplete old building. It's surface is rough and the whole building is surrounded by tall grass that hasn't been cut for who knows how long. I walk to where the door I suppose was to be built and go inside the building. My trouser is covered in thorns and my boots feels wet against my bare feet by the time I reach inside. Just when I decided not to put on my socks. It's dark at first and so I stand by the door for a few seconds so that my eyes can adjust to the darkness and slowly start to move towards a small light on the right side of where I am standing. This is all to familiar and before I can even clearly make out if I have been in this kind of situation before, I hear a voice from the room where the light comes from.

                "Shit." The person inside hisses as something shatters to the floor. A glass. I pick up my pace and move forward. The sight that greets me almost knocks me off my feet. I may not have seen him many times but I am not the type to forget faces that easily as long as I have set my eyes on them. Right in front of me stands William in all glory. He doesn't notice me until I step on some of the broken glass and I loudly wince at the shooting pain when the sharpest glass cuts through my boots and my left foot. I look up and our eyes meet and something inside me drops.