Signs Of The Past

Chapter 15 - Before the Storm

Anthony and I haven't seen eye to eye since the little disagreement. He wasn't avoiding me, but from his eyes radiated a coldness, which I could not describe. I didn't think he'd take that situation that serious and yet here we were. Giving each other the silent treatment, while sitting on the couch and watching some random movie, that he has chosen, on the TV. My eyes glanced every now and then his way, hoping to catch a single glance of his eyes, but yet he seemed hypnotized by the screen, while the lady talked away about some random things. I sigh, trying to get attention by doing so. But as expected, no reaction of my so called boyfriend. I took a step further, I can't stand us being in this uncomfortable situation. I scoot a bit more his way, laying my head on his shoulder carefully. His body tensed up for a second, but only for second before he begins to relax again. I thought that he would stay seated, but he lightly pushes my head off of his shoulder and got up.

"I'm getting a drink", he declares as he walks pass me towards the kitchen. I roll my eyes at that. Of course you are.

I decided to skip a few programs, skipping each show that I could see and didn't catch my attention right away. That is until I stumbled over some news program. Two men and a woman are shown, more dead people in our once so quiet town. I put the volume on max as my eyes glued themselves to the screen.

"The police found yet again more victims of our newest killing events. Sheriff Brackett can not explain who that murderer is or where he could strike next. The identity is unknown or the motive of those barbaric acts. The so called 'Boogeyman' has no preferences when it comes down to killing. He uses the same method each and every time, involving some kind of kitchen knife or his own bare hands. Sheriff Brackett warns the town to always be aware of their surroundings, and yet there was no need to panic. The police is working day and night to catch that man and serve justice for the victims and their loved ones."

The TV was turned off, pulling me out of my intense stare. I turn my head towards Anthony, who had the remote control in his hand and let out an annoyed sigh.

"They are doing shit. Probably just sitting in their office and eating donuts as much as they can before dying on diabetes."

I raised an eyebrow at my boyfriend, confused by his sudden change in behavior.

"Why are you being so negative about this all the sudden? You never behave this way...", I say, getting up from the couch and facing him now fully.

"I'm just being realistic, I am not sure what you mean", he calmly says and shrugs his shoulders, "I mean, many have died and yet there is no evidence? Kinda funny, ain't it?"

"I am sure that they do their best. It's just a big thing happening so suddenly, it surely must have caught them off guard."

"Y/n, seriously? It's such a cliche. Typical Police work."

And with that he walked off again. I sigh in defeat. Whoever kills those poor people in their houses, is killing at the same time my relationship with Anthony. I couldn't tell why this situation had such an huge impact on what's happening inside our house, and yet it felt like it was meant to happen at some stage of our life. I just hoped that this won't destroy what we have built. A sudden knock on the Door caught me off guard, making me shriek in place.

"Get a grip, Y/n. Stop thinking too much about everything", I said to myself as I approached the door, with my hand over my pounding heart. I open it without hesitation and came face to face with an old man. He was staring at me like he just has seen a ghost, which wasn't lifting my mood one single bit. Nonetheless I offered a kind smile, standing a bit more relaxed.

"Hello, may I help?", I questioned as I tilted my head at the foreign man. He laughs for a second, rubbing the back of his neck embarrassed.

"I'm sorry for interrupting, are you by any chance Y/n L/n?", he questioned a bit out of breath as he scanned the house.