The Faerie Slayer

Chapter 21

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Abby's Pov

I had woken up early morning and it felt as if I had never even went to sleep. My state of subconsciousness had conferred me no mental repose, no solace nor comfort. Every time I had woken up, it's been violent and extreme. Night sweats had soaked my face and body, I had been too scared to slip back to sleep in the case that I would dream again. How was it, that in a matter of hours I had lost two people that I deeply cared about. My reaction to Ben's confession haunted me the most. I had began to laugh in his face, I stumped my feet, I yelled at him and told him that his timing could not haven been better. The look of horror on his face bid me guilt. It made my stomach turn, almost as badly as the the memory of Caleb's face as he controlled the poor little bird and driven him into suicide. I sat up in my bed, still wet from the sweats and retrieved my phone. For the first time in a long time, I woke up to no calls or text messages from Caleb or Ben. On my nightstand was Caleb's phone. He too, had zero notifications. I wondered where he was, and how he would contact me if he cannot remember my cellphone number. I hoped that he'd show up here or maybe during my lunch break at school on Monday. I even wondered if I wanted him to, it should have been a deal breaker what he had done to that poor animal. He had said something about trying to control his powers more, was I willing to standby in the name of love and watch as he murders a dozen more helpless creatures?
I fiddled with his phone in my hands and debated going through it. I finally caved and was able to get into the phone without a password. I opened up the icon for messages first and scrunched my face in confusion at the display. The only text thread that existed was mine, there was no other message nor a saved number besides mine. The phone was completely empty, no pictures, no applications. The call history was just myself. It was almost as if he's used the phone to contact me only. I opened up the notes application. One entry that read ; Aubrette Fawn/Evergreen. 
I placed the phone down and reached under my bed for the book that he'd given me. I reread the first two pages again.

'when a child is formed on a star. What is it if not an alien? It could look like you and I but it hosts the abilities that we have not unlocked yet. Not quite the cliche of powers but aptitudes, defined as the natural skill and talent that a person posses and is born with. These creatures bear innate intelligence and wisdoms beyond your wildest imaginations.'

I scavenged my mind restlessly, pleading myself to find an answer amongst the cloud of dither and doubt. I came up short every time. Who the hell is Caleb, if not my boyfriend? The boy who can manipulate wildlife was suddenly gone and stripped away from my life, leaving me with nothing but a strange man's diary and an empty cellphone.   I suddenly wondered if he ever existed or maybe I had made the whole thing up. The only thing that bid proof to his existence were the items in my possession.
I thought of the strange boy in the alleyway, the one who had Caleb's phone. I remembered him from the bar in Boerum Hill when he'd rescued me from a flying glass. I could not remember where else I had seen him, but that could not be the first time. He carried a certain aura around him, most masculine yet gentle enough to fend for a fly. I had never met a stranger before whom I immediately trusted with every inch of me. Something about his captivating gaze haunted me, behind those dark hazel eyes were thoughts that I was curious about. He looks at me as if he knows me. I thought about last night and how I could almost feel his touch on me now. I closed my eyes in an attempt to relive the moment. Lost in a state of subconsciousness, I watched as he retrieved leather from a jar he'd carried with him. I remember peering at his boulder like arms and the endless veins that had emerged when he'd brutally ripped at the cloth. There was a certain state of panic in his actions, he was almost desperate to help me. I hadn't felt that admiration with anyone, certainly not Caleb. He hadn't asked me to disinfect the wound and go home, he'd demanded it like he cared. I wanted to fling myself into the home of his chest and cry for hours. I did not know this stranger, but he'd helped me twice already. I wondered if I would see him again. I would question him more, about finding Caleb's phone, about possibly seeing something that was strange or out of the regular flow of life. I remembered Ben, and how big his eyes had gotten during his confession. I don't think there were a time that ever exited that my dear friend was more vulnerable. He hadn't acted this way ever, not even when his dad had left. I sat up, tossing the stupid book aside and called Ben. I called him a dozen times but I was sent to voice mail every time. Finally, I decided that I was going to show up at his place in person. It would be harder to ignore me in the flesh I'd imagined. I showered the night sweats off and put on some fresh clothes. I did not bother with the bags that had made camp beneath my eyes. Concealing them would irritate them into being worse. I made sure to be silent as I skipped through  the hallway past my mother and fathers room, and down the stairs. I could not afford to explain my appearance nor did I have it in me to cough up an explanation. I was far to mentally and emotionally drained. In reality, I wished that I could turn back time, but I did not know what I would have changed. Maybe I would have refused to go out for a smoke with Caleb. Had I not bore witness to his crime and display of power, where would we stand now?