Hate Of The Unknown

Chapter 4- A Place The Human Eye Can't See

I watched the clock as the hours dragged by. With each tick, my anxiety grew until I thought I would scream. I felt like something was lurking behind me, but when I checked, nothing was there. Three a.m. became four and then five. Six o'clock crept ever closer, and I still couldn't sleep. My nerves were shot after stumbling across that gruesome scene and seeing the ones who ran the club trying to cover it. It all had taken a toll on me.

At first, I attempted to reason my way out of the situation. I needed an explanation, unwilling to accept the notion of insanity. My mental state seems stable. I have never experienced an episode that made me doubt the validity of my reality.

Well, not until now, anyway. But it would be better. I mean me going through a mental breakdown instead of a woman being murdered. Unfortunately, the mental breakdown came afterward for me. And it was a quiet one. I didn't want to wake anyone and have to answer their questions, so I steeled myself. Trying to calm down.

My heart pounded fiercely, beating the life out of me and shaking my rib cage as if it wanted to escape. I was desperate for an outlet, yet all I could do was sit silently and feel the pain building inside me. The woman's death was vicious, violent, and cruel. It seared into my mind like an unforgettable scar.

I don't think her family will find out what happened. It looked like the big man wouldn't go to the police. Still, seeing how angry he was with her death was reassuring. If my guess was right and he was in charge, he didn't want her to die.

Vincent was truthful in everything he said too. He didn't say much, but anything he did say was true. When he said it would be better to make me forget he wasn't lying. This strengthened my belief that he held this weird power to do just that.

I didn't know what was going on. The only thing that was clear is that the people who run this club are different. It got me curious, but at the same time, I didn't want to go near the place ever again. Another thing that really bothered me was how they treated the woman's death. It wasn't the fact that she's been murdered that scared them, but who did it, which is fair enough. Yet, it seems like they weren't even interested in the fact a woman just died inside their club.

"When did you get home? I haven't heard you coming to bed". To say I jumped out of my skin would be an understatement. Thank god I managed to keep my voice down and not scream. Jaron was looking at me with his big blue eyes, so much like my own eyes.

I met his gaze, trying to come up with something to say. "Earlier, I was so exhausted that I passed out on the couch," I finally uttered. Hoping my voice didn't give me away. "are you... ok?" Jaron asked. "yeah, of course, just tired. And well, I know what I was getting myself into, so it's fine," I answered. Jaron just nodded and went toward the kitchen.

A loud grumble echoed from my stomach, reminding me I hadn't eaten since yesterday's lunchtime. Had it only been one day? Seemed like forever ago. I quickly prepared a cereal bowl and sat next to Jaron.

"Do you have any big tests or anything today at school?" I queried. Jaron gave me a sidelong look that seemed to say, 'I wasn't asking for small talk.' I understood but still wanted to make conversation, so I jumped on the chance.

"Nope, just the same old school routine," he said. I took a few spoonfuls of cereal while thinking of something more interesting. "I'll probably be smelling like dish soap if I keep up with this job," I joked and laughed. Jaron merely nodded his head in agreement as he finished his breakfast.

It was worth a shot. It's amusing that I almost forgot about the awful picture I saw earlier today in less than sixty seconds. He distracted me from my worries by giving me more problems to think about. But still managed to distract me.