Her Best Second Chance

Chapater 13: St.James

My fingers curl around the picture clutched between my shaking hands. My skin tingle the wind blowing more strongly through the open window. I did not leave that open this morning I am certain.

I struggle to steady my breath re-reading the bold words scribbled in red ink across the picture.

"I am coming for you next"

My mouth run dry, my heart vigorously smashing against my rib cage.

Uneasily scanning my surrounding for the 100th time, fear shivers within as the thought of how this got here cloud my mind.

An imagine of me in my exact work outfit stare back at me puzzling my thoughts.

Who could have done this and why?

With shaking hands I grab my phone my hand hovering over Myra's contact,

Should I even bother after leaving her for so long?

As if on cue, heavy hands beat against the hollow door, almost jumping out of my skin, I reach for the nearest weapon I could find.

Clasping the sloped frying pan, my feet tremble taking hesitant steps towards the door.

Spinning the pan. My eyes clench shut swiftly pulling the door open ready to swing.

Stopping mid air, piercing brown eyes study my actions, my limb immediately fall to my side, crushing the photo between my palm. I hide my hand just behind me taking a steady breath to calm myself.

"Are you alright?" His eyes widen in solicitude, his brows knitting together.

Nodding my head, his brow curved upwards, his face boring with profound concern.

"Sure?" He questions pushing the door wide open.

Inviting himself in, I follow behind watching him observe every spec of the room.

Turning to face me, his eyes bore into mine for what felt like an eternity before he said a word.

"It's a chilly night Ms Carson, yet your forehead has visible sweat" he points out. Wiping my palm against my sweat, I walk around him throwing my suitcase onto the bed.

" I am fine" I reply assuring myself more than him.

He stands guard watching me pack my necessities, his sleeves roll up revealing the black ink decorating his left arm. Gawking in fascination , this is short lived when I notice his freshly bust knuckles. Right I saw those today, rather three times in total.

Biting my lip I focus at the task at hand not wanting to ask any questions.

I haven't seen Mello around since I got home, but knowing her she is probably curled up somewhere napping so I ensure to leave out adequate food and water for her before I leave.

Giving my room a once over I close up hoping for no more surprises when I get home.

~*~

Chronic Law mix blare from the speaker, the car traveling at a good speed down the long stretch of road. The only source of light is that of the one illuminating the streets from the car.