Angelic Eyes

Chapter 5 - Partners in Crime

The sun beamed through the large windows, lighting up the room. Maisie slowly awoken to find herself in Dexter’s arms. Maisie smiled airy, happy to be in the safe comfort of Dexter. She was grateful to have Dexter in her life, even though she didn’t act like it. She looked out the window; misty fog blanketed the woods that surrounded the small town of Winterbrook.
Dexter stirred in his sleep, yet not awakening. He looked peaceful, a small smile of his face as he slept. Maisie slowly released herself from Dexter’s grip, making sure not to wake him up. She walked over to the kitchen, putting the kettle on. Maisie grabbed her headphones from the bag, placing them a top of her head. She started playing Africa, by Toto. She sung along, harmonizing with each lyric as she made two coffees.
Dexter slowly opened his eyes, his ears blessed with a melodic voice singing. He soon realised Maisie was no longer in his arms. He jolted up looking over to the kitchen, to see her singing while making coffee. Her voice was soft and beautiful. He got up and headed to the kitchen, where he started making coffee with Maisie. She immediately stopped singing as soon as she realised Dexter was awake. She took her head phones of and placed them on the buffet.
“Beautiful morning isn’t it,” said Dexter. Maisie smiled and nodded in agreeance. “Now I was wondering if you wanted to stay with me? I can clean out the second bedroom today if you would like.”
“Yes please!” boasted Maisie eagerly, considering she had nowhere else to go. Was Dexter still mad at Maisie for the breakup? Yes. But that was a year ago and she is going through a lot. She just needed a friend she can trust.
“Now if I do stay, I’m going to need some assistance,” mentioned Maisie, seriously.
“And what would that be with?” challenged Dexter.
“Break into Dad’s house with me and grab a few more of my clothes and belongings,” pleaded Maisie, flashing her long eyelashes at Dexter. Dexter sighed heavily, breaking into someone’s house is against the law, but Maisie wanted him to do it, and he’d do anything for her.
“Ok. Let’s do it. We’ll bring a rubbish bag. I’ll help you up to the window you can somehow work out a way to open it,” explained Dexter. Maisie smirked cheekily.
“Not my first time breaking into a window Dex,” she giggled. Dexter shook his head in disbelief, smiling broadly.
Then just grab all of your belongings you see. Then you’ll throw the bag down to me and I’ll catch it. Next step is to climb out the window, safely, then we come back here and mission complete,” instructed Dexter. Maisie nodded, letting each of Dexters words sink in.
“Let’s do it,” agreed Maisie, sipping on her coffee. Dexter looked at her lips. She had a froth moustache. He reached over, wiping it of the top of her lip, their eyes locking. Dexter pulled his hand away quickly, Maisie watching him.
“You um, had froth of your face,” he muttered awkwardly. He sculled the last of his coffee, before rushing off to his room to change. Maisie stared of out the window, watching the hazy forest, as a family of deer frolicked beneath the tall pine trees. She replayed the moment she just had with Dexter. It was nice, but awkward. He was just trying to be sweet right? Nothing else.
Dexter walked into the kitchen sport a pair of black trackpants and a white hoodie. He was wearing a pair of dirty white converses. His glasses sat crooked on his nose. He looked cute and Maisie couldn’t help but look at him.
“Ready, partner in crime?” asked Dexter. Maisie nodded, placing her empty mug on the counter. She rushed to her bag pulling on a pair trackpants, matching with her hoodie. She slid her platform vans onto her feet.
“Now I am,” she said, putting her beanie on her head. Dexter smiled as he grabbed a rubbish bag. They made their way out the small cottage, Dexter locking the door behind them. The got in Dexter’s old jeep, reversing out the small driveway. Maisie put her window down as they drove down the lonely road, letting the cold air hit her face. Maisie’s ears perked up, a beautiful tune hit her ears, a tune she had heard before. It was coming from the same church she stumbled into yesterday. Maisie brushed it off like nothing happened. She didn’t want Dexter to noticed her state of panic. Majorie Willis wanted Maisie to return.
The old jeep turned the corner onto Maisie’s fathers street. They pulled up a few houses before her father’s to not look suspicious. Maisie took a deep breath. Time to break in. They exited the car, rubbish bag in Maisie’s pocket. As they approached the house, Maisie noticed her father’s sleek, black Porsche wasn’t in the driveway.
“He’s not home,” Maisie remarked. This was going to make it a tad bit easier. They weaved through the bushes, trying not to be caught by any on lookers. They made it to the side of the house, finding themselves below Maisie’s bedroom window. Her room was on the second floor, which was going to make it more of a challenge.
“Ok, you’re going to get on my shoulders and I’m going to stand on the garden box. You’re going to grab on the sill and sit on the edge, I’ll keep you balanced as you open the window,” Dexter clarified. Maisie nodded as Dexter lifted her onto his shoulders with ease. He cautious stood onto the garden box, trying to keep steady. Maisie reached for the sill, gripping on to it.
“Give me a push,” Maisie shouted. Dexter did as he was told pushing Maisie on top of the sill.
“I’m on,” she yelled. “Make sure I don’t fall.”
“I won’t, I promise,” replied Dexter. Preparing himself to catch her if she falls. Maisie pulled a pair of scissors out her pocket which she thieved from Dexter. She put the point into the key hole, attempting to twist the lock. It was unsuccessful. Plan B. She thought. Maisie pulled a classic bobby pin out her hair, placing it in the lock. It unlocked.
“Ahh success,” she whispered to herself with satisfaction. She opened the window, crawling through the small gap. She stood up in her room. Immediately she started grabbing items, her pillow, phone charger, clothes, notebooks, extinguished candles, fairy lights, room décor, cherished gifts and last but not least her jewellery. There was one piece in particular. A necklace her mum gave her before she was diagnosed with cancer. She put it in the bag.
If her father wasn’t home Maisie thought, it wouldn’t do no harm to search through the whole house. She left her room making her way down stairs. Photos of her family were hung everywhere. She bit her lip fighting back tears. They were once happy. She made her way to the kitchen. A bottle of her fathers rum sat on the bench. Maisie grabbed it, taking a swig, bottling up all of her emotions.
While Maisie searched the house, Dexter was left waiting for her. It had been over twenty minutes, and he was wondering what was taking her so long. He looked around at the immaculate gardens, but instead noticed a black car pulling into the driveway. Panic struck Dexter. This could end badly.