Angel In Disguise

Chapter 15

He saw everything they did. He reveled in their pain and hoped for the day he would reveal himself to them.

He watched as the girl cried and pitied her because she didn't know what real pain was yet for when he was done with them they would regret the day they were born.

He had a laugh when the girl's protector crushed the genitals of the man claiming to be her fiancé. Yes, everything was coming together just nicely.

He watched as the coward of a man crawled to his car and pealed out of the driveway. He barely spared a glance at the man and woman left in the parking lot as he pulled out onto the street to follow the coward, whistling gaily to himself as he did.

Ben Thompson  sat on a stool  in the darkest corner of the bar, holding an ice pack to his privates as he cursed up a storm while simultaneously pouring raw vodka down his throat.

He didn't see as the latest addition slipped silently and unnoticed into the dark bar. Instead, he was only aware of the new addition when something cold, solid and sleek was pressed into the small of his back and the voice that would haunt him until his last days whispered in his ear.

"Mr Ben Thompson we need to have a little chat".

*

He hasn't said one word to her and for every minute that the silence lasted she could feel her heart breaking.

She knew he would react this way. She had known he would hate her and now she wished more than anything that the truth had never been revealed. She had only just found him again. She had only known his love again for a few days and now it was all gone, as if it had never existed before. All good must truly come to end, she thought despairingly to herself.

The tension as they sat in the car on the drive back to her house was thick enough to be cut with a knife but she could not find it in herself to be the first to speak. She didn't believe she'd ever be able to look him in the eyes again so they drove on in the ensuing silence.

It was a few minutes later that they finally arrived at her house and she sat, fidgeting, in her seat. She jumped, startled, when he cleared his throat.

"Get inside Maya and don't open the door for anyone except me," said in monotone that had her heart breaking again.

She nodded submissively, opened the door to the vehicle and got out. Maya, he had said, she wasn't his M anymore. She could do nothing as tears fell mockingly down her cheeks.

His car pealed out of the driveway before she had even inserted the key in the lock to get her front door open. A sob burst forth and she rushed into the house feeling as if a part of her had died.

She fell down onto the old, grey sofa in her living room and she added another stain to it as the tears rushed like a waterfall down her cheeks.

Once again, even thought she knew where he was, the man she loved was lost to her. He had been taken from her again, as he had been when they'd been children. She had to start over again, build over, but she promised herself she would be stronger.

What happened to her wasn't her fault and she would no longer allow anyone to make her feel that way.

She was tired of being hurt.

Tired of crying.

Tired of the pain and the sorrow.

The hurt.

She was tired of depending upon and putting her trust into people who, though no fault of their own, continuously hurt and disappointed her.

She was going to help herself. She was going to put herself back together brick by brick until she knew who she was again.

Maya sat up and wiped the tears from her eyes then she began planning and plotting. She got up and took a shower to wash off the day's turmoil then she went to the kitchen and got something to eat and drink.

She took a few moments afterward to send up a few prayers unto God, blessing her plans and asking for divine intervention.

Maya returned to the sofa afterwards and she sat and waited for Luke to return, she had plans to put into action and she needed to get Ford's number, knowing she'd get the help needed from him.

It was midnight when there was a knock on her door. She walked unhurried to open the door and after taking a deep breath she swung the door open.

She chocked on a cry when she say who stood in front of her then she reached for the door as quickly as she could, trying to slam it shut, but it was far too late.

He stopped her mid-swing then he walked in and closed the door behind him with a finality that had her shaking. Then he smiled at her, black eyes freezingly cold, as he took a step forward for everyone she took back.

She glanced to her right, wondering how far she would reach if she made a run for it only to jump when he tsked at her and shook his head.

"Now muffin aren't you going to welcome me home," he snared, his tone malicious.

*

Luke paced up and down the empty street, beating himself up after how he'd treated her after all that was revealed. He was such an idiot. He should be with her yet instead he'd sent her home all alone having not said a word to her to reassure her or anything.

God, he was such a fool. How could he have left her like that after he'd repeatedly promised to be there for her? He was no better than that excuse of a man who'd raped her or the others who had hurt her before.

He was cursing himself out when his cell phone rang. He slipped it out of his pocket, sorely tempted to reject the call when he saw it was Ford calling, but answered anyway. It wasn't right of him to take out his anger on his friend when he was the one at fault.

"Ford, this better be good", he growled.

"It is. Do you remember when you asked me to keep an eye on Todd Jennings?"

"Yes what is it spit it out"

"He's out, has been for a few days. Police noticed his disappearance and sounded the alarm a few hours ago. No one knows how he could have gotten out or how his disappearance has only been discovered now. The police say they--

But Luke heard nothing else that he said. Luke had found that the man who'd threatened Maya had still been in prison at the time and had ensured, at least he thought he had, that the man was watched twenty-four seven.

Maya had no idea he'd done such a thing since it had gotten lost in all the drama of the man's sons  posing a threat to her, and had been assured he would serve the rest of his sentence under tight lock and key.

Now he was out. He'd broken out of prison and he knew where to find Maya, who he had just left alone. That thought was enough to get him moving.

He jumped into his car and stepped on the gas as he started yelling at Ford to get to Maya's house . He cursed himself  for having driven so far away, out in the middle of nowhere, to cool himself off when he should have been with her, comforting her, keeping her safe. He would never forgive himself if anything happened to her.

An old, grey Chevy sped up behind him just as he was about to take the turn that would lead him back onto the main road and he saw a flash of metal before bullets started to rain down on the car. A moment later and a tyre blew out at the same moment a bullet hit his shoulder and he lost control of the car. Flipping twice, the car finally stopped and his final thought before he lost consciousness was that of Maya and how he'd failed her.