Beautiful Disaster

Chapter 21: Cap's Place

Part 3: Revenge

“He’s as damned as he seems, but more heaven than a heart could hold. And if I tried to save him, my whole world would cave in.”

Cap's Place

I opened the door and Cap outstretched his hand. My heart fluttered in both fear and anticipation. I was finally going to get the truth, whether he liked it or not.

"Come with me?" He half asked, half commanded.

"How do I know if I can trust you?"

"Chloe... please..."

Moments later the car stopped, and Cap got out slowly. I reached for the handle of the door, but somehow Cap seemed to beat me to it and my door opened gently.

Again, he outstretched his hand. I reached and did my darnest to ignore the feeling of our skins reuniting. Earlier, and for this reason exactly, I'd ignored his gesture and stalked in excitement to his car.

The surrounding were mystic and serene. In front of me was a gentle stream surrounded by summer green grass and beautiful forestry. I'd never been to this part of Marketa South and never seen anything more beautiful.

Cap turned towards an upward hill to my right and a puzzling feeling washed over me.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked as I walked with him, tripping on the gravel below my 5-inch heels. Not exactly hiking attire but in my defense a hike in a beautiful unknown part of the city was the last place I thought Cap would take me.

"You shouldn't have come in heels."

"Well how was I to know we were going hiking?!" I yelled and crossed my arms. I didn't know why I was getting all worked up. Because really, where did I think Cap would take me? A Bon Jovi concert?

He turned slowly,"It's a surprise. But it's very dear to my heart."

"What the hell, Cap! You drag me all the way here to tell me the truth and still somehow you manage to keep me in the dark!" I said, meaning to step involuntarily towards him. But, instead, I came toppling toward the ground. I closed my eyes instinctually and prepared in those split-seconds to land face-first with the ground. But, instead, I felt the cotton of Cap's v-neck t-shirt and the rapid beating of his heart. I turned a deathly red.

"You should watch where you're going," he said, unamused to my antics, as he gently released me from his arms. I scowled beneath my embarrassment.

We continued walking in uncomfortable silence. I tried ignoring the feeling that arose in me. I felt nauseous and began doubting whether or not I actually wanted the truth. I inhaled deeply and ignored the question. I was getting the truth whether I wanted it or not.

A terror-filled feeling arose, eclipsing my nausea.

What if Cap was a murderer and was taking me to the burial sightings of his victims? I thought frantically as I tried wiping the goosebumps arising on my skin.

No that can't be true! I thought back in defiance. I absolutely denied Cap could be capable of murder. But Meghan said she was sure he was trying to kill her. And what about Bonnie? She said she found out something about him, then she went missing.

Oh my God! What if he's taking me to the lifeless body of my best friend and then kills me because I know too much? Or worse, what if he shows me her body and then says I have to join him, convinced I'd be the perfect Bonnie to his Clyde?! Again, I inhaled and tried my best to wipe the thoughts away. But much to my dismay the fear of not knowing what he was going to tell me only made me build up on that ridiculous hypothesis (see, I can talk chemistry).