My Heart Belongs To The Boogeyman

Chapter 7

Glaceys pov.

I heard foot steps walking closer and then they rounded the corner! "John...",  I sighed in relief. Then I looked up at him. He gave me a soft smile. Then a pain shot through my chest and I felt heat rush young cheeks.

"I wanna talk to you.", he said. I nodded. " I'm listening. ", I said. "I'm sorry for running out like that. But I had my reasons. But after thinking. I realized I can't ignore it any more. I can't help but have feelings for you.", he said. "John... I can't even begin to tell you how worried I was. But then I thought maybe you didn't care like I thought you did. But now I can't make heads nor tails of any of this. So please... tell me. Do you wanna try... because if you don't please have mercy on my heart and walk away. ", I said staring at him. "I wanna try.", he said. "Okay....", I said and then I looked to the ground. Then he moved toward me and wrapped his arms around me. "Do you wanna go out tonight?", he asked. I smiled and nodded happily. Just then, he returned what seemed to be a smile. A faint one. But it was still a smile.

John told me to dress nice and to forget my wallet. I chose a red dress that I hoped he loved.

Usually, I wasn't the one to try and impress a date. But John wasn't the usual person. I really wanted him to like what I wore. I straightened my hair and wore black heels, my makeup was simple yet elegant. I smiled when I heard the knock on my door. I grabbed a small revolver pistol and stored it in my purse and headed to the door. I opened the door and smiled to see John in his usually suit. Only difference now was it was all black, which looked sexy as hell on him. He offered me his hand and walked me to his car and opened the passenger side door for me. Such a gentleman. For once it was nice to be treated like a lady and not like a crazed killer. Anyone who knew of my job treated me differently, course can you blame them, but I was still human.

We pulled up to a restaurant and it was huge and refined. I almost felt underdressed and self conscious. John opened my door once again and offered me his hand. I smiled as I gladly took it and he led me inside.

Once we were seated and we had ordered John stared at me. "What is it?", I asked slightly blushing. "Your gorgeous...", he smiled softly. I smiled glanced down at my lap. He really wasn't afraid to give a compliment. The waitress returned and she was a different one than the first one. She seemed familiar. "Would you like any thing from the bar?", she asked. "Margarita please.", I said. "Bourbon. ", John said plainly. She nodded and took off to the bar. "Strange...", I mumbled to my self. Once she brought the drinks back she placed them in front of us. She looked my way and then at Johns. She had a sweat across her forehead. She had to know who and what we were. She hurried away and stirred my drink with the small straw placed in the glass. Then I noticed a thin white powder on the rim of Johns glass. He raised it to drink and I grabbed his hand. "John don't.", I said sternly. He looked at me and then to were my eyes pointed. He noticed the powder and sat the drink down. "We need to leave.", he said and with that we stood and John threw cash on the table so hopefully no one would say anything. We started walking out and then a shot whizzed by my head! John jerked me to the side, in the same motion I pulled the pistol and fired a shot. I heard the body hit the floor and we walked over behind the bar and the girl laid dead with a hole between her eyes. The gun laying by her right hand. "Do you know her?", I asked. John shook his head no. "Come on, I know who will. And we can resume this date in a safe spot.", he smiled. I nodded and returned the smile.

We walked into the dining part of the continental hotel and John led me to a table and pulled out my chair for me to sit. "I'll be right back.", he said and walked across the hotel to a booth. Then he came back followed by Winston.