Bloody November

Truth or Dare

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3:15 pm

"Hey."

Wes is waiting for me by my locker. His head is ducked low, allowing his hair to fall forward into his eyes only to be jerked back into place once he looks back up. He isn't standing alone. There is a man wearing an expensive looking suit that screams successful lawyer standing in front of him. His deep dirty blonde hair and slightly aged features make him look like an older Wes with a dye job. His eyes even have that same twinkle as if he is smiling despite the serious line of his lips.

Wes's eyes aren't twinkling. His lips are stretched downward into a frown that doesn't quite fit him. I've never seen Wes frown before. It was almost...unsettling.

"Hey."

I blink when it dawns on me that whatever conversation they must have been having has been interrupted by my presence. I now hold their attention.

I swallow quietly and search for something to say to make this less awkward. My heart is racing in my chest but from the man's gaze. It's not the same unexplainable race I feel around Wes. I recognize the panic creeping up my throat.

"Dad, this is-"

"Savannah. We've met." He turns to fully face me and there's a flash of the man from the doorway looking down at me.

"Haven't we, Savannah?"

I struggle to pinpoint where I've seen him before or have met him. I can't even draw a name.

"Maxwell SinClair," He offers in my silence.

His name doesn't ring a bell but for some odd reason there's a voice at the back of my mind screaming at me to cover my scars. I'm wearing the navy uniform sweater with my sleeves rolled up. Without thinking, I wrap my arms around myself, my hands covering as much as possible.

'Dad, don't you have to get back to work or something?"

Maxwell blinks for the first time and turns his head to nod to his son.

"Right, I do have to get back to work. Tell your mother I'll be home late tonight. Big case."

So he is a lawyer, a very successful lawyer.

"It was nice seeing you, Savannah. Tell your father I said hi."

He knows my dad?

Well he is a lawyer after all; I'm sure he's had to work with NYPD at some point.

But the voice tells me the lawyer meant something else entirely.

"I'll see you later, Dad."

Maxwell nods again, having not moved since he gave me his farewell and walks past me towards the exit down the hall.

"Ready, Savvy?"

It's my turn to blink. I walk towards my locker and input my combination before pulling it open to retrieve my bag. Maxwell sent shivers up my spine but not in a scary way. It was as if I was opening my eyes to the morning sun and my brain was waking up. I still don't know where I know him from but the voice tells me not to ask.

Instead I say, "I think I'm going to walk."

I brace myself for another episode like yesterday and this morning. Each fight between us is different from the last. Would he drag me down the hall again? Would I be able to scream?