Angel Valhalla

Twenty-One

*Hello everyone, I actually wrote this two days after I published the previous chapter but t didn't save and I had forgotten everything I had written since it was all sort of in the moment but I think this is just as good. Please leave me some good feedback in the comments if you feel so. Any reactions, and thoughts are welcomed as well. Thank you.*

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The detective stopped mid step and turned around with hungry new eyes. There it was, the piece of information that he needed to fit the puzzle and make sense of all of this. He walked towards me and he took out his notepad and pen and took a seat in front of me, with locked brown eyes onto me.

"And this man who you speak of is?..." He arched an eyebrow, tip of the pen on his notepad ready.

I looked down at my lap and crossed my eyes. I hoped I looked convincing as I crossed my legs and inhaled,"Alexander. Scarlett's brother." I bit into my lip, and tasted blood. I hated that name. It was his fault.

I hoped the detective didn't notice.

"Wait," he inched closer and bent down to pick up the notepad and pen that he had apparently dropped,"As in Scarlet's brother? The son of the mobster? How? I mean- how did you two meet and what does this have to do with Nate's death? I'm sorry," he shook his head, eyes bewildered," I'm having a hard time grasping all of this."Please start from the beginning." He inched closer and placed his chin on the his hand to rest, looking at me with full curious eyes.

I sat up and looked away, "I met him at a party Nate invited me to. I remember when I first saw him. I didn't realize it then, but he was beautiful. He had this aura-a dark dangerous one. It terrified me-at first. And I mean, I never meant for this to happened. I didn't want to feel this way. I didn't think things would get so bad. I thought I could have a normal relationship with him and forget about his demons. But I was blinded and didn't realize that we were too different. From two separate worlds. He belonged in the underworld, no place for girls like me. I overlooked it. He was just so...understanding. " And just like that I wasn't talking about Alex anymore."He liked me for me! He wasn't like those other boys who just wanted to sleep with me. He knew how I felt..about my parents I mean. I didn't even have to tell him once. He just knew. I mean, I want to think that he cared about me. I think he did. He showed me his weaknesses, didn't hide behind that tough face he likes to put on. It happened too quickly for me and I didn't even realize that I liked him more than I wanted to admit." Tears and rain fell down my face, as I realized all of this was true. I had held it in all this time since I had last talked to him, but now it felt so fucking nice to finally let it out." He was my stars and moon at one point." I wiped away the wetness from my face with the back of my hand. I hated crying in front of strangers.

We lived under the same sky, so why was it so hard for Cam and I to be together? I was trapped in this cage which I called freedom, and yet I wasn't. In another world, we could have. I guess this just wasn't that world.

I wish he didn't remind me so much of Nate. Because when I thought about Cam, despite the pretty things, I also saw the darkness that came with meeting Cam. The darkness that took Nate. A darkness that I wanted to scribbled out with Sharpie. A darkness that wouldn't let me be. It loomed over me at night as my brain imploded with dark things and dark feelings. It crawled up my body and wrapped itself around me like a cloak until I couldn't breathe anymore. And that's how I knew that I had to stay away from Cam. Because I was a reckless girl, and at times I may repeat mistakes, but this was one I knew I could not repeat. I would stay away from him, block him out if need be, and I would move on. And hopefully with time, I would forget his face, his voice, his existence. Not a shred of Cam would be left in my memory. And it would all be fine.

"So what went wrong?" His coffee voice broke through my thoughts.

I looked at him,"Everything."

He flipped a page on his notepad, giving me an aloof look. This was just another day in the office for this man. He could never understand what I felt right now. Because although my lies, were lies, they were still very true in some sense.

"Alex became very overprotective of me. It was a matter of time before I saw his true colors. He was very violent and demanding. He didn't like my friendship with Nate." I moused the last words.

"So he killed him?" He inched closer, raised brows.

I looked away and pursing my lips," That's what I believe. I wasn't there, but if not him then who? Nate was a good kid. Really stupid but nevertheless, he was a good kid with a kind heart and bad habits. It happened right after I broke up with Alex when his behavior became too much for me to handle. No one else comes to mind. It had to be Alex.  The day he was shot," I looked down at my lap gnawing at the inside of my cheeks. This was one of those things that I wanted to scribble out of my memory,"he was supposed to meet Scarlet and Alex, you know. It was them. They did it." I looked up from my lap, knew found resolution in my voice, I would make sure they got what they deserved for doing this to me. To Nate's father. To Nate.

"Wow." Was the only feedback I got from the man in front of me as he shoved the notebook in his breast pocket.

"That's all I have to say, but please do take into consideration that, that same woman who was involved in Nate's murder is following me. I can't sleep at night, and can't leave the house, and can't go out of my room knowing that, that murderer is out there just ready to pounce on me. Please do something."

"You see, that's what I don't understand. Why do you think that woman is after you?"

"She knows how close I was with Nate. She probably knows that I know that it was them, so she want to silence me. What other reason could she have? You're a detective, think." My words came out a little too defensive, but I was scared. I had every right to be when a mad woman was out to get me.

"One last thing Miss Gray. There's something I've been meaning to ask you." He played with the silver pen in his hands, his voice back to being astute and calculating. His sharp eyes met mine," I doubt you know much," he placed the pen in his pocket and looked up at me. His eyes growing dark as they looked at me, and I mean really looked at me," but does the name Cameron Kingsley ring the bell?"

I forgot how to breath.

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