Shadows of My Past

Chapter 11

I think it was pretty much safe to say I was a bit staggrered.

My head started spinning.

It took Damian twice as long as it should've to drag me out of the mall and into the car.

I needed answers. I needed to know who he was. He obviously knew me, but how?

Maybe Clay? He's lived in this town for God knows how long.

Shit, how old was he anyway?....

But how would that lead to me? I just met Clay.

I must've been thinking for a while because before I knew it, we were at Clay's apartment.

Damian and I stepped out of the car and slammed the doors shut; Damian harder than necessary.

Yep. He was definitely pissed.

The door was unlocked so we knew he was home.

"Clay!" Damian hollered.

No answer.

"Clay! Get your ass in here now or I will come in there and find you myself!"

That's when Clay appeared in the room naked, with a towel around his waist and his hair soaked.

"This really couldn't wait till after I showered?!"

Damian's rage only increased.

He pushed Clay against the wall and shoved a finger in his face.

"Tell me Clay, what do you know about that pervert who's obviously been following Phoebe around? I want every damn detail, now!"

Clay looked back and forth between the two of us, confused, struggling against Damian's grip.

"What guy!"

Damian's patience wasn't tolerable at this point and I was starting to worry about Clay...

"Tall, heavy set, greasy black hair. "

There was a hint of recognition in his eyes, but I didn't think Damian noticed.

On the other hand, I did.

"Sorry I don't know anybody like that. Maybe you can look him up in the yellow pages, eh?" He smirked at Damian and he slammed Clay's shoulders back.

"This isn't a joke! Phoebe could be in danger for God's sake! If I find out you're not telling me something, damn it Clay I swear I'll- "

Clay threw his hands up. "I honestly don't know!"

I could tell Damian was close to smashing his head into the wall. I tried to pull him away from the boy in the corner, but he refused to budge.

"Damian please, he obviously doesn't know anything."

Lie.

"Phoebe, who knows what this guy is capable of? We need as much information on him as possible.

"We'll figure it out. But harassing him is just going to make matters worse. Besides," I said under my breath "we need this place to stay."

Once I had finally coaxed him out of the room, I turned my attention to the naked boy still standing in the middle of the room.

"So you really don't know anything about this guy?"

"No, sorry Phoebe. You know I would help if I could."

I nodded and he dismissed himself.

But I noticed hesitation in his voice.

I could tell he was hiding something.

He knew.

He knew the man who was stalking me.