Slave For Him |M.B|

Chapter 21: The Darkness Within. Part II

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The shop yard was empty but the garage door was open and I could see the round faced man working on a car in a dark blue jumpsuit. Luckily for me, Danny was at home with Scarlett. But if he had a babysitter for Scarlett he'd be at the hospital making sure his work was done with Matt before coming to the shop to talk to Charlie, to tell him what had happened to Matt and that I was free now. Danny, George and Charlie all worked as mechanics at this shop. And since George was at home and Danny was with Scarlett, Charlie was here alone with only the owner to keep him company.

I parked the truck on the street and walked across the open yard to the garage. The late morning sun was pouring heat down onto the West Coast.

Charlie was bent over under the hood of a milk truck. He had a dirty red rag hanging out of his back pocket. He didn't acknowledge me; he probably didn't know I was here. I stepped to the side of the car and leaned over slightly.

"I told you, Lou, I'm not working late. I have to get my boy from his grandparents' at a set time." He sneered in a thick Southern accent. It made me become unreasonably homesick. But at the same time I smiled at something familiar, something that reminded me of when I lived with Mama and Daddy, and Marlene. When I didn't know about the Sunset Boulevard Hunters or the Black Dahlia; when I didn't know Matt or George, or Dylan, or Jorel and especially Danny. When the only thing I needed to worry about was Charlie.

"I'm not Lou." I twanged with an accent he recognized. Speaking without it was like wearing a mask, nobody knew who I was when I didn't use my accent, but it wasn't who I really was at the end of the day. Charlie instantly jumped up, hitting his head on the metal hood. He twisted around to face me. He seemed very surprised to see me. I didn't blame him though. Anybody who knew me would be surprised to find me there.

"Eliese," Charlie paused for a moment. "–What are you doing here? Matt's not here." He added ogling me wide eyed. I straightened out and crossed my arms over my chest. I smacked my lips together.

"I know. I'm here to see you." I spat out the words I never thought I would. It was hard for me to stand here with him after he's stalked me for six years. I ran nearly two thousand miles away from home to try and hide from him but he found me. I'm not sure how but he hunted me down like a wild animal for prize. Charlie hunted me down like Matt hunts for his drug of choice. Charlie hunted me down like Danny hunts down his victims. Mercilessly, and without thought. Why couldn't he take the hint that I wasn't interested?

"Me?" He repeated in disbelief. I nodded sullenly.

"Is there somewhere where we can talk privately?" I requested. Charlie nodded then led the way to the empty office. I closed the door behind us. Charlie sat down in the wooden office chair and beamed up at me with a cocked eyebrow. I stood in front of him with my arms draped over my belly, protecting my baby.

"What do you need to talk about?" Charlie quizzed from the chair. I swallowed hard and prayed this was going to go well. I needed Charlie to believe me; I needed him to side with me. I needed to save Matt.

"How'd you find me? How did you know I was in California? Because the only person who knew where I was, was Marlene and she wouldn't have told anybody. So, how did you find me here?" I demanded the answers I've been denied since the day he showed up at my house. Charlie sighed and leaned forward in the creaking wooden chair that swayed from side to side. He rested his elbows on his thighs and looked up at me through his gingery blond eyelashes.