The Beginning of Punishment

Reconnecting - Chatper 3

First of all-

I apoligize for everyone whose been waiting. i finally pulled my head out of my ass and got through my depression and started to write again. I am so sorry that i slacked off so bad and haven't updated in forever! X(

If your still with me on this story then thank you! I promise to make it better and worth reading. ^^

-Zoey

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Stacy's POV

            Open and read it. Piece of cake. No biggie. I drew in a deep breath and carefully opened the letter and looked inside. Usually, in is letters this crazy killer explained how he killed each victim with all the gory details. Each letter was about two pages long. 

This was a note. Not a letter. 

        A small piece of paper with fancy hand writing, curvise maybe. I read it and looked up at Dealer. No doubt that he could see my reaction in my eyes. I swallowed hard and handed the small paper to him the chilling words echoing off the walls as he read it aloud. 

"You're next, dirty girl."

What did he mean dirty? I haven't been 'dirty' about anything. Well other then making out with the football jock senior year, and Jackson almost put him in a coma. But that wasn't something to kill me over was it?

"What do you think it means?" At least my voice didn't shake or hold fear. I was terrified on the inside. 

"It's pretty damn clear what it means, Stacy." With a growl he tossed it on the floor and paced running his hands through his hair. 

"That's evidence." I noted. 

"Don't fucking talk to me about evience right now!" He stopped in front of me and glared holes through me. "This has gone to far already. Give up the damn story before you get yourself killed!" He sounded so desprate, I almost gave in. Almost. 

Hell no. "I am NOT giving this to someone else," I growled at him clenching my fists. "This is my story and I will finish it. No crazy whack job is going to stop me."  Did he really think I would? Have to wonder why he's so insistant on this though. I crossed my arms over my chest and didn't miss his eyes following the motion. "Why do you want me to give it up? Really?" 

For a split second, I saw him soften and wanted to wrap my arms around him and just...Hug him until I killed him. 

"It's my job to keep you safe and out of danger...."  Wow....I think I just felt my heart shatter and fall through my stomach. Not what I wanted to hear. 

He seemed to see my dismay. "I mean...um.." 

"You've said why. Now go away. I have a paper to write." I spun back to the kitchen. That asshole! I had thought we were getting somewhere. This wasn't exactly the first time we've been put together. 

We both knew we had something together, and if we were anywhere else in the world, it might actually become something of a relationship. Least I had hoped so. We grew up together, knew each other, had been best friends through school...At point we might have been more if I hadn't left for college. I thought we were always going to be together. When I was at school, I realized that he had become more then a friend to me. But things changed. When I came back from New York, He was a cop, along with my brother, and there I was, hired for the story. I've only been back a month, and there's no girlfriend, and the chief of police assigned him to live on my couch. I remember being so excited to be with him in any way...Guess he didn't feel the same. I remember our first kiss. I guess you could call it a mistake on his part. 

Flashback

"Dealer!" I screamed in his ear on the back of his motorcyle. We were on our way home. "Your going too fast! We're gonna die!" I clutched at his waist hard. He just laughed and went even faster. I relaxed once I was we had pulled up to my house and jumped off throwing the helmet at him. I beamed at my aim, I had hit him right between the eyes. "Your suck a jerk! You scared the shit out of me!" 

He laughed again and leaned against the bike in his sexy bad ass pose. He's been rocking that look for the last three years since he reached highschool. "You were perfectly safe, Stace." he smirked. "You wouldnt let go of my waist for a minute." 

I glared at him trying to not ignore the blush in my cheeks. "I hate you," I mumbled stalking into the backyard. Mom and dad always kept the front door locked and we had to go in the back. 

"No you don't." He was cocky alright. "Im the only guy you know. All your friends are females." 

"yes and you've dated each and every one." I snapped at him. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him raise his eye brows at my words. "Didn't bother you before. We're friends right?"

At this I felt a tug in my chest. "yeah....Friends until the end." I crossed my arms and stared down at the ground. I felt his eyes on me. Then I felt his fingers lift my chin. 

"Stacy....." I blushed at the husky tone of his voice. Why had I never noticed before? Well, I did, but I didn't think he noticed that I noticed. "If it bothers you...." He stopped and looked at me. 

I starred back at him, waiting. "Bothers me...?" I whispered. Oh god, was he going to kiss me?

He started to lower his head and I closed my eyes and leaned my head up waiting. This is it...My first kiss with my best friend...

I felt his lips press softly to mine....For about all of five seconds. 

"I have to go." He turned, got on his bike and raced away, burning rubber into the street. 

I stared at where his bike used to be a second ago feeling a lump in my throat, tears in my eyes, and a hole in my chest.

Present Day

He stopped talking to me after that. A week later, I left for New York and threw myself into my work. It's just the same now. Nothing has changed. I don't know if things will stay that way. 

I threw my mind into cooking something to keep myself busy. Dealer's probably throwing himself into his detective work again. "You know starring at a computer is bad for your eyes." 

"Probably just as bad as putting yourself in the line of fire!" he yelled back from the diner room."But we know how well you take to listening to other people." I heard a chuckled. "Very poorly." Ha! Says him! I listened when he chewed me out about doing this story. I listened to him when he convinced me to have my brother to move back into his old apartment and away from here. That asshole doesn't know what he's talking about. 

I felt him move up behind me. I stayed still while he sighed and leans against the counter next to me. A glance from the corner of my eye told me he was less mad now. Good, jerk. But he wasn't the only one. "Look. I know that right now, the stituation is dangerous. I know. And your doing a great job as a bodygaurd and a cop. So just let me work on my story, and you catch this sicko. Deal?" 

He looked over at me for a minute and nodded. "Alright." 

I hugged him. I felt like finally after all the fighting, we had come to a sort of truce.