The Painting

Chp 3: Never

Chp 3: Never

Isabel's P.O.V.

"What are you doing? I told you not to touch anything!" I lifted my hand to slap him, but his eyes continued to stare at me and I slowly lowered my hand. "Just get out!" I screamed at him.

"What? I am sorry..I did not realize...." He desperately tried to explain.

"Out!"

"But-"

"I said get out!" This time I pushed him towards the door and threw a coat at him.

"Why? I don't understand...I was just trying to see the painting..."

"It is not finished..nobody...nobody but him..." My mind was becoming clouded with angry thoughts and I could no longer think clearly. 

"Isabel..."

"Get the hell out of here. Now!"  This time he listened and almost ran out the door, grabbing the coat. I slammed the door behind him. Back to the door, I slowly slid down and hugged myself tightly.

"Jason...Jason...Jason.." I whispered to myself

My head suddenly snapped up and I grabbed one of the wooden boards in the floor. Wildly I tore it away, my hands bleeding, to reveal a shiny knife underneath with a single picture.

"Dammit Jason...Why?"

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 Liam's P.O.V.

"Sensitive? Geez.." I banged on the door for a while, but finally gave up.

"Now how far until Juneau?..." I sighed and started walking towards what I thought was the right direction, until I came upon a muddy road. Tired and worn out I leaned against a trunk, holding my hurt shoulder.

A trunk came down the road and I waved my unhurt arm to get the driver's attention. Luckily for me he stopped and he leaned out the side.

"You goin somewhere young man?"

I smiled, "Juneau."

"Well I reckon I can take you there. Hop in the back."

I got into the backseat of the truck as the man introduced the fifty or so woman in the passenger seat.

"This ere' is Maybelle my wife."

She smiled a grandmotherly smile and nodded her head, while i repeated the gesture.

He started the car and they were off, "So young man, you got a name?"

"Yes sir..it is Liam..Liam Nicholson."

"Liam...Now what were you doin all the way up here? Don't mean to be rude or nothin' but you seem like a city slicker."

At that Maybelle hit her husband hard on the shoulder, "Now Billy Paul Richardson! You no better than to question someone right off!"

He blushed and pulled down his cap to hide it.

"Yes'm"

I almost laughed at that, you could tell who held the reins in that relationship, "Well actually Ms. Richardson I was visiting a friend of mine."

She turned her head a little, "A friend? Nobody lives up here except that girl!"

"My friend is a girl, you must mean her."

"The painter? Most definitely not! She only comes to town once a year...and that is quite the event! She is very unsociable."

This perked my interest and I leaned slightly in my seat. "Why is that?"