The Dark Legion

Chapter 4

I take a much needed deep breath. The anxiety builds up a little bit inside me. Why was the one guy I argued with last night found dead near me? That's unsettling and in itself brings about thirty more questions. I had no plans for the most part of today until work tonight but now my mind is clouded and relaxing feels impossible. All thoughts aside I bring my phone with me to the living room this time. As I sit down on the couch I send Trev a reply text.

Me:

WTF? Where exactly? Have you heard anything else?

My heart starts racing as I wait. This is too much this early in the morning and my gut tells me this isn't even the beginning. One thing I have learned is you can't go wrong listening to your gut, sometimes it will keep you out of a fucked up situation. A chime pulls me back to the moment.

Trev:

Girl I just heard from Molly next door. She said her boyfriend is in a motorcycle club and he was speaking to some of the guys on the phone this morning. She caught wind of some of it. She told me he was found beside a dumpster and the cops are trying to keep it on the down low because of how he looked when they arrived.

Me:

Don't leave me on a cliff hanger. Tell me all that you have been told.

Trev:

Patience young lady. He was found beaten to death, head smashed in and all. That's disturbing but its not even the worst part of it.

My heart drops as the second text message comes in. My gut warned me but I wasn't prepared for this.

He was found with a blurry picture of you, from the bar last night.

I toss my phone to the left side of me onto the couch. I feel the air in my lungs restrict as I bring my knees to my chest to help calm my nerves. There is so many things floating around in my mind and I feel myself start to slink into the dark recesses. I argued with this man for a millisecond last night, he was then found dead not far from my home, and he was found with a picture of me on him. Was he following me? What was he going to do? Do I need protection? What do I think and what do I do now knowing this. I quickly turn and grab my phone.

Me:

Do I need to look into getting a body guard? What if he wasn't alone? What if I now need to worry about the person who killed him? Did they see the picture of me? I'm panicking.

Trev:

I think for starters you should take a deep breath. Would you feel more comfortable if I came over and stayed with you until its time for work?

Me:

Maybe I'm over reacting. But at the same time maybe you coming over would make me feel a little better until I can gather my thoughts. At least I won't be alone with them in that case.

Trev:

Girl. I'm already on my way. See you in a couple minutes.

I set my phone down on the table in front of me and glance at my coffee that sits slightly chilled now that it has been forgotten. My eyes wonder back up to the tv as the image of motorcycles pass across the screen.

"Yes it was one of the largest ride throughs that this town has seen in years. All the motorcycle clubs from within a 50 mile radius made their way here to show off their bikes and support a great cause. The donations have been rolling in and the city hall is beside themselves with the support these clubs have been showing. With how things have been going, the city may beg for a club themselves."

The news anchor laughs as to turns to her co-anchor. I swallow hard and feel the ball of saliva move its way slowly down my body settling with a thud in my stomach. I sit in my own silence as I attempt to break down the things that happened last night and the connections to this morning. A few minutes pass by and the sound of a knock from a football fields length away makes its way to my ears. I feel the muscles in my body lock up and hold position as to keep me from moving. So I say the only thing that could get me killed.

"Come in." My voice is rough and worn as the emotion and strain sits heavy like a rock on my throat. I hear the door open and close just as lightly as if not to wake a sleeping bear. A figure steps into my peripheral vision on my left.

"How are you doing hun?" Trevor says with the gentlest of touch in his voice.

I ponder for a second. How am I really doing? I feel numb but feel everything at the same time. I'm concerned about the situation and fear for the possible outcomes. I feel like a small child hiding in a closet to avoid an angry parent.

"I'm scared." I mumble while facing forward staring at the motorcycles passing on the screen.

I feel Trev sit down beside me and place a hand on my shoulder for what I'm assuming should be comfort. The touch feels like hot water on my skin and I recoil slightly. He senses the discomfort and moves his hand.

"Everything is going to be okay Cor. We will figure this out somehow and need be I can keep you company here or you can come stay with me for a while." Run. Hide. Things I've done for so long that they feel normal. Something has kept me in this small town for longer than most. It has been a place that felt more like home to me than the "home" I come from. This apartment is my home.

For the first time in my life, I'm not running.

"I'm not leaving this place and I don't want to upend your life to watch over me." I finally refocus my eyes and let the emotion return to my face as I slightly crunch my eyebrows together.

I give Trev a stern look, "I'm choosing to believe that what could have been a problem ended last night. I'm not letting this sit with me for long and I'm going to pretend nothing happened and life hasn't changed." I give him a reluctant smile to sooth his heart and hope it sooths mine as well. Possible stalker is no more so things have to be fine now, right?

They have to be for my own sanity.