Slave For Him |M.B|

Chapter 14: The Raven.

Present.

Detective Newton sat there with his gob hung open and his eyes hanging out of their sockets. I sat in my chair, hiccupping laughter. His reaction was priceless. I've never seen someone look so flabbergasted. Well, actually, I have, only once before though. When I was sixteen years old and Charlie started a rumour about me letting him put his hand up my skirt. This was way before he started stalking me. I had no idea who he was, all I knew was that he went to the public School across the road from my School. I didn't even know what he looked like, my friends told me he was cute for a lower class boy. I trusted their opinion and I thought that sine he was cute, I'd go along with it. The night my mama found out about the rumour I swear to this day, the rapture would be less hellish. Mama beat me senseless, and when I told her that it was just a rumour, she beat me senseless again. Daddy never laid a hand on me, but he drove me to Charlie's house, and made me and Charlie sit on the couch for many hour while my daddy, Charlie's daddy, and Charlie's mama gave us a talk about what our bodies and brains are going through, and how it can affect our decision making. My daddy told me that if I let Charlie, or any other boy put his hand up my skirt he could accidentally touch a little button called the clitoris and that'll turn on my baby making machinery and I'll want to touch Charlie in his pants, and that'll make us have sex outside of wedlock which would make a baby, a bastard child. That's what mama would've called the baby if I had one.

To this day I wonder if I just denied the rumour from the start, Charlie would've given up and none of this would've happened. But Charlie stalking me has nothing to do with Matt raping girls, or Danny murdering, or George, or Dylan, or Jorel. Charlie didn't bring them into my life, I brought Charlie into theirs. Sometimes I wonder if I went somewhere else Charlie would've never met Danny, he wouldn't have known where I was. He wouldn't have come back for me. I would've gotten a very different happily ever after.

"Mrs. Busek, I'm trying to open my mind and look at this from a three-sixty point. And by doing that I have a question for you." Detective Newton stated once he came to. I was pleased to hear he was trying to get a better understanding of this case. I surely nodded at him. Detective Newton exhaled heavily and licked his lips.

"Why did you approach Danny and not Matt?" That was a very good question, but I have a very good answer.

"When Matt introduced Charlie as one of Danny's friends was when I found out exactly how dangerous Danny was. The cake topper was, Theresa was Danny's wife, not Matt's. I already knew Danny was dangerous and very much capable of causing a lot of grief in someone's life. So when Theresa left in a frenzied panic I kept a very sharp eye on him." I figured since it was Danny's wife who left in such a state of fear and panic I needed to keep a very keen eye on Danny. Theresa warned me, she told me that nothing was what it seemed. Every day I think about what I would've done it I believed her, then I wonder that maybe I have believed her since the first time I met Matt in the diner that afternoon that he was capable of something very sinister. But when I met Danny I felt the rage and evil radiating off of him like a wild fire. So what would I have done if I believed my gut? I suppose I would've done nothing. I would've done everything the exact same. There was nothing anyone could've said or done to change my mind, to change my heart's mind. I wonder if it's because deep down I was scared of what may have happened to me if I ever left Matt. I used him as a shield against Danny. Even before I knew about the murders I used Matt to keep me safe. But I know that I was in love with him, every piece of him.

"So, what happened after you confronted Danny? Did he back off? Did he lay a hand on you?" Detective Newton was worriedly questioning the past. I smiled softly towards him and shook my head wearily.