When the Tide Rolls In [COMPLETED]

Chapter Eight: Killing People Isn't That Hard

It was five minutes later.

My bedroom door was locked and I had changed into a large hoodie and some shorts. My wet hair fell down my back and I continued to sniffle and cry alone on my bed.

The look on Nick's face when I began to cry was priceless. His eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open. I thought he might faint. He was currently sitting outside of my room, knocking every so often to see if I would let him in.

"Will you just tell me what happened? I told you it was dangerous. I need to know if something happened with your father or his gang," Nick said, his fist hitting my door lightly over and over.

"It wasn't him," I finally managed. My voice sounded nasally through the tears. It was silent for a moment before he spoke again.

"Very well. As long as it didn't interfere with our business."

I heard his footsteps disappear across the hall and his bedroom door shut. I held back another sob.

Heartless dickhead.

My cellphone had been ringing nonstop and I knew Daniel was calling me over and over to apologize. The texts he sent showed me that the boat survived, not that I cared.

He texted me multiple times telling me he was sorry for the boat sinking but none mentioned his acts of indecency.

I thought about how May would've reacted, but I stopped myself from calling her. She was unsafe when she was around me.

Suddenly, the landline rang. I don't know how he would've gotten the number, but I somehow knew it was Daniel. Grumbling to myself, I peeled away from my comfortable mattress and stomped down the stairs. The landline continued to ring its annoying alarm until I ripped it off the receiver.

"Hello?" I growled into the phone.

"Fan's Diner. Two days from now. Seven at night. Alone. Don't be late."

The line clicked off.

I was stunned. I knew this was the work of my father, but it was the first real encounter I ever had with this dangerous situation. The thought of some gang member calling my house meant they knew where I lived and how to contact me.

My head began to spin. I felt my legs go weak, so I crouched down and sat on the tile floor. It made goosebumps rise on my thighs, but I ignored the cold. My head fell into my hands and a sob clawed its way out of my throat. Then, another one, and my body began to shake.

After a couple of minutes, I felt a hand gently touch my shoulder. I knew it was Nick.

"Who was that?" he asked. Of course he wouldn't ask if I was alright. He didn't care one bit.

"Someone telling me to meet them two days from now at Fan's Diner at night," I cried, and this time my voice sounded downright hideous.

I couldn't even see or feel him, but I knew Nick was tense. The air shifted and he stood up. I turned to look up at him and saw he was holding a cell phone to his ear. His eyes caught mine and his brow furrowed. He looked just as confused as when he saw my tears earlier. We stared at each other for a moment before I heard a voice on the other line.

Without breaking eye contact, Nick spoke to them, "I'll have to call you back in a moment. It's urgent. Code Black."

Code Black? What was this, a crime movie?