Twisted

Chapter 4

Rick emerged from the shadows as I turned on the lights with a frown on his face. He had changed since our last encounter. He now wore a red v-neck shirt with black jeans. His intense hazel brown eyes were fixated on me in a way that I could not quite explain. I mean I was happy that he was here and actually looking at me but I wondered what it was that made him come. Was he finally ready to talk? How did he even get in.

"You're still so careless, leaving your window unlocked. Are you asking the get raped or something?" he spat in a whisper with an angry look in his eyes.

Oh so that's how.

"Wait a sec, you came into my-"

"Would you keep it down!" he hushed.
"Why are you here? " I sighed as I walked to my bed. This is totally not my day.

Rick looked around as if hoping he hadn't been followed, then he took out his phone and starting reading. I assumed it was a text.

" Bring back the jewelry, money and the silver locket or we will hunt your little squad down one by one. You have three days. " he said looking at me with not a hint of emotion in his eyes.

Was he serious?

" Rick I don't have time for one of your games ok? I'm tired and hungry and I just wanna take a shower if that ok with-"

My exhausted plea was cut short when he grabbed both my hands swiftly and pinned them over my head. My mattress felt ruff as slowly leaned in. What the heck?

"Listen to me Mia, " he snarled with a look that could kill anyone.

" This isn't a game, this is serious. As I walked out of history class today I headed towards the parking lot and I saw.... Someone. "

Him. The dude with the scar.

Rick's eyes looked strong and determined but I could see the panic slowly building inside him. And inside me.

" I saw him too. It was just a glimpse and then he was gone." I said holding my breath. His face was so close to mine. His breathing fanned my face in rythmatic motion. To say that Rick was hot was an understatement.

"Really? " he let go of my hands and straightened up.

" Gosh I thought I was going crazy." he said rufling his hair. "So just give them what they want and they'll be out of our hair."

"Hold up!" I stood up straight this time. "What makes you think I have all that they're asking for? I have no clue what they're talking about."

"When they said little squad I thought they were talking about you. We were the only ones that saw him that night " Rick said frustrated.

I was speechless. After a while I actually thought my life would be normal. After all I've been through: My parents, the accident, Emma, the police and now this. Tears slowly traveled down my cheeks and I could feel my mouth start to quiver.

Rick's eyes softened at the sight and he walked towards me and started whipping the tears off my face.

"Hey hey don't do that, it'll be alright, I won't let them hurt you. I promise. "

" I'm just tired Rick, I'm tired of worrying and grieving and being scared. I just wanna be left alone! " I sobbed into his chest.

He didn't say anything. We just stood there for a while with me steadily breathing and him stoking my back gently.

" Maybe we should call them. " he said after a short while.

I looked up at his face, puzzled." And ask them what? If they wanna stop by for tea tomorrow morning are you crazy???" I practically screamed.

He just rolled his eyes and took out his phone and started dialing. I started ringing. He put it on loud speaker and sighed impatiently.

"Rick.. "

Ring

" Rick. "

Ring

" Rick! "

" Hello?"

We both looked at each other with wide eyes.

I decided to talk.

"H-Hello. "

" Hey, Emma are you there? Look don't play with me girl, I need my stuff ASAP! "

Rick and I both looked at each other with shock written all over our faces. Emma? This guys must be crazy, or really slow. Yup. That's it.

" I'm sorry sir, this is not Emma. Emma Prize has been dead for a few months now. " I replied with a stern and confident voice.

" Dead? "

He had a strong Russian accent and he sounded like he was in his mid 30s or so.

" Yes sir so I think you got the wrong num-"

beep beep beep.

He hung up.

I stare at the phone in awe. I heard my bed shake. I'd forgotten Rick was even in my room.

"We'll atleast we got that all cleared up" I said trying to lighten up the mood. I was relieved that the text hadn't been meant for us.

"Something isn't right. Emma's murder was published in newspapers that went all over Quebec and Vancouver. Everyone knew about it. And that still doesn't explain that man we saw today. "

He was right. I didn't want to belive it. But he was. There was just too much of a coincidence.

"Mia! Dinner's ready!"

Dang it. I'd totally forgotten about Victor. Wasn't I supposed to be showering? I turned to Rick to tell him that I'll text him later but then he said something that I prayed I would never have to hear.

He headed towards the window and opened it wide preparing to leave. " Mia... I think the Zeners are back"

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~Aika~