Unspoken

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

“You okay?” Matthew asks me concerned.

My eyes are still glued to my mom and Richard. He is leaning very close to her and is resting his hand intimately on her shoulder. I feel like I will be sick just from looking at him.

How can my mom have no idea what he did? He tried to murder Declan and me and probably killed Caleb as well. The man is a complete psychopath.

“Arianna?” Matthew begins to wave a hand in front of my face, trying to get my attention.

I blink and smile weakly at Matthew. He still looks really concerned and continues to frown at me. My eyes snap back over to where my mother stands and Matthew’s eyes follow my own. I feel him go completely still beside me.

“Is that Richard Sims?” he spits out angrily.

I shake my head yes and grip his arm tightly, afraid of what he might do if I let go.

“That man is nothing but trouble, if only your mom could see that,” he says, lost in thought.

I gaze at him questioningly, but he doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes are still focused on Richard. This time I wave a hand in front of his face to get his attention.

“Sorry, I have to go. Would you tell your mom that I was here and would like to talk to her if she ever gets a chance?” he asks.

He doesn’t stick around to see what my answer will be and instead angrily stalks towards his car. At least someone hates Richard as much as I do.

I watch as his car disappears from view. Speaking of cars, I search the remaining cars for Richard’s black truck. I don’t see it, but I guess I wouldn’t considering it was involved in a crime. There is no way he would actually be stupid enough to keep the car. It had to have been badly damaged from the crash, anyway. How he was able to drive away from that accident, I honestly do not know.

I continue to watch Richard and my mom for awhile. I try to gather the courage I need to walk up to him. I don’t want to leave my mom alone with him, not after what he did. The only thing is I have no proof it was him and if I go up to him there is no doubt I will give away my feelings toward him. If I even tried to tell my mom what I thought she would just tell me that I was doing it for attention. It probably isn’t a great idea for me to confront him here anyway, especially since there is only one person that would really understand what I mean without speaking.

I haven’t actually even told Declan what I figured out yet. I meant to, but I haven’t really had a chance yet. Now probably isn’t the best time either since Richard is here. If I told Declan that Richard was the one that tried to kill us, he is sure to freak out.

My thoughts seem to be like a magnet because suddenly Declan is standing beside me. He left me a little while ago to talk to his parents, but it looks like they left.

“My mom said to tell you that if you ever want to talk she is available,” he says, seeming a little embarrassed.

I laugh at this. It’s not exactly like I’m going to talk, but it’s the thought that counts. Declan realizes why I am laughing and gives me a small smile.

“You okay?” he asks, looking relieved that I’m not crying anymore.

I know he hates it when I am upset and would do anything to make me smile. These past few days have proven that much to me.

I nod my head, giving him a small smile of my own. Right now, my father’s death isn’t what is bothering me, but Richard. I sneak one last glance in his direction, but find that he is gone. My mom is in a conversation with someone else. I feel a little relieved at this. Now I won’t have to worry about her and I won’t have to confront him.

“What’s up?” Declan wonders aloud, noticing my expression of relief.

I am about to just shrug it off, but I know that I should probably tell him. So, I very creatively tell him about my dream and how it made me realize that I had seen the truck parked at Richard’s house. Declan is able to interpret what I mean better than anyone, but this tests even his skills. How in the world are you supposed to explain this through hand gestures and facial expressions? Right now that whiteboard or even a piece of paper would really come in handy.

Amazingly, Declan is able to figure out what I mean. I am ready to give him a high five because I am so impressed he understood what I meant, but stop when I see the expression on his face. His handsome features are clouded with dark anger. This is exactly the reaction I wanted to avoid. I hate when he is angry.

“He tried to kill you!” he says, narrowing his eyes with hatred.

Declan doesn’t even seem to realize that Richard was technically trying to kill both of us. Apparently it bothers him a lot more that my life was in danger.

“We have to tell the police!” he exclaims.

I grimace and Declan looks at me sharply, daring me to refuse. No way am I going to tell them about this. I slowly shake my head left than right.

“Why the hell not?” he says, outrage evident in his voice.

I knew I shouldn’t have told him! I can be stubborn, but I don’t see how I am going to change his mind on this. I try to explain to him about how we don’t have any evidence and going to the cops wouldn’t do anything. I don’t think he really cares, though. All he is thinking is that Richard tried to hurt me and he is still out there somewhere. I didn’t mention to Declan that he had been here just a few moments ago.

I don’t know what else to do to distract him, but I give one last desperate attempt. I reach up on my tip toes and press my lips hard against his. Declan just stands there a second surprised. He doesn’t seem to know what to do, but eventually he slips he arms around my waist and pulls me closer. I can’t help but to smile against his lips. That worked a lot better than I thought it would. Declan kisses me back while running his hand over my long hair. This causes a shiver to pass through my body and then I realize that we are making out in the middle of the cemetery. For some reason I can’t pull back from the embrace, though, and it is Declan who finally pulls away.

“Let’s get out of here,” he whispers, looking at me with a sparkle in his sexy green eyes.

I can’t help the stupid grin that slips onto my face and I nod my head quickly. Declan walks me to his truck and we both climb inside. Once inside the truck Declan turns to me with a knowing smile on his face.

“Nice try, but we are still telling the police,” he says.

Darn it, I thought it worked! I scowl at him until he leans over and kisses me until I am smiling once again. When he pulls back from the kiss he looks at me a little surprised. Lust shines in his bright green eyes.

“Maybe we could go tomorrow?” he asks, obviously waging a war within himself.

I lean forward and seal the deal with a kiss.