Stolen (Sequel To Capture)

Thirty-Two

Approaching as random stranger in a cemetery at dusk is probably the worst idea I've had, but I was desperate. Casey was trailing me still whispering "bad idea, fucking dumb idea."

Honestly I agreed with her. "Who're you?" I hissed aggressively to the stranger.

He was reading a paper in the waining daylight, not bothering to look up at the two of us. Dressed in a nice white button up, a brown vest over top of that, and jeans for the casual touch. I admired his ease, both in his outfit and with his demeanour.

In the movies he would be the charmingly handsome, but doesn't know it, professor who mentors the hero to success.

"Do you know where Emma is?" I asked him as he folded the paper and tucked it smartly under his arm before adjusting his round rimmed glasses a top his nose.

"You shouldn't be here." He spoke calmly.

"I'm not allowed to visit the dead?" I snarled.

"Not if you don't want to become one of them."

"Technically he already is." Casey chirped from behind me involuntarily, I glanced back and she had her hand over her own mouth, mortified she had actually spoken. "Sorry." She winced with an apologetic shrug.

"She's right, which is why you shouldn't be here." The stranger agreed.

"Listen," I turned back to him. "I don't know who the fuck you are but if you're one of Trey's boys you can give him a message."

"I'm not." He interrupted making me loose steam in my argument. "One of his boys."

"Then who are you?"

"Wyatt." He held out his hand. "I bet you don't remember me."

I glanced at his hand but didn't shake it. He dropped it a moment later. "I suppose I look different, you sure as hell do, it was what almost a decade ago yea?"

"Wyatt?" I frowned trying to place him. "I think you are mistaken."

"Liam." He adressed me by my name. "Liam Payne, son of Jeff Payne, you have two sisters and a mother all of them believe you to be dead."

"You ran with Trey's crew for years before you and Dani tried to cut out."

"I don't know you man!" I hissed.

"You don't remember me, that's all. We didn't really talk much then. I was on my way out before you were really in."

"You were in Trey's gang?" Casey frowned.

He turned adressing her. "I was, but not for long, Trey didn't want me there, he didn't think I was strong enough."

"So you left?"

"No. I tried to prove myself, I asked for him to trust me with anything." He paused thinking on the past. "I wanted in, but not like that." Wyatt admitted.

"Why do you know things about me, about my life?"

"Trey was pissed you and Dani were hooking up behind his back. He wanted me to handle it. I refused, and left. I heard about your father's death the next morning. I knew then that I'd been stupid to think Trey would ever listen to me, I didn't kill your father but I should have stopped it from happening."

"You knew he was going to murder my dad?"

"I told you he wanted me to handle it." I felt the rage boil up in my blood as I watched him speak. "I refused to but he did it anyway."

Without hesitation I flung my fist at him landing a punch in his upper lip. Wyatt stumbled back clutching his hand to his mouth in surprise. I swung again but this time he was ready and able to duck out of the way.