The Strange Good Girl

Chapter Eight: Visitors & Strange Reactions

Lisa rushed out of her room in a panic. Jason was almost to the door machete in hand. "Jason no!" She ran in front of him and he stopped not looking down at her his gaze fixed upon the door, his machete at his side ready to strike. She took his clenched fist into her small hands and he looked down at her in confusion. There was another loud knock at the door.

"Give me the machete." She asked calmly. He freed his hand from hers and shook his head. "Fine, put it away." He looked down at his machete then back to the girl. He took a step back and returned the machete to his hip. Another knock.

"Hello? Ms. Watkins?" Asked what sounded like a woman on the other side of the door. "Just a moment!"

She tried pushing Jason back into the living room, as usual he didn't budge. "Fine stay right here and don't move." She turned to unlock the door and slipped outside closing it behind her.

She was greeted by a tall middle aged lady carrying a basket. Her dirty blonde hair stopped just short of her shoulders and she wore a white turtleneck and light blue jean pants. "Hi, I'm misses Mais. My husbands the new owner of the grocery store in town, and the Sheriff told us that you just moved in so we made you a welcome basket." She handed the basket to her.

"Thanks." She examined the contents of the basket. It was filled with an assortment of foods ranging from brownies to salami. "I haven't had time today to go into town. And I didn't bring much food with me. Thank you." She smiled. The lady eyed the small bruise below her eye.

"Did you hurt yourself?" The lady asked pointing to the bruise. Lisa put her hand over it. "Oh, how embarrassing. I was moving boxes into the house and one fell and hit me in the face. No big deal." The lady nodded and gave her a strange look. She stood there awkwardly as if waiting for something. "Oh... I'm sorry, I would invite you in but it's a mess in there. Boxes everywhere. Maybe next time?" Lisa suggested as she could feel Jason watching her though the window.

"Oh that's ok. I need to get going any ways. So your mom she... owned this place before you?" The lady looked down at her feet. Lisa knew what she meant to ask, is your mom really dead? "Yeah she wanted me to have it. I really like it out here it's nice and quiet. We used to come up here in the summer for vacation."

"Oh that's nice... well I'd better get going. Good luck getting settled in." She turned towards her car and stopped. "Oh I forgot. Next time you're in town we can set up getting your groceries delivered out here if you like. I know it's a long drive. So see you soon then?" Lisa nodded and waved goodbye.

She waited till she had driven out of site and turned towards the door. She hit a wall of muscle. "Dammit Jason! Get back inside!" She screamed. "What if she saw you?!" She looked up to find him curiously eyeing the basket in her hand. "It's just some food she brought by. Now get inside before someone sees you!" He walked lazily back into the house still eyeing the basket as she set it on the table in the front room and removed the plastic wrap from it.

"Are you hungry?" She asked nibbling on a piece of cheese. He nodded. "Well help yourself, I don't care. Just at least save me a brownie." He grabbed the salami and looked at the girl. He was hungry but he'd have to move his mask up to eat, and he didn't want to girl to see his face.

"What? You can't just stare at me and expect me to be able to read your mind. It's obvious you either can't or won't talk, so you need to figure out how to use better body language or something."

He put his hand up to his mask and held up the salami. "Yeah you have to take off your mask to eat I knew that much... let me guess you don't want me to see your face?" He nodded in response. "Why not? It can't be that bad. You saw me naked I'm pretty sure that's worse."