The Devil's Trail

44- Again & again.

Why were men so damn difficult?!

For the past hour, I had been telling Zak we needed to go to the museum, after my incident, he had failed to go to the museum itself for an entire week and thus far has been avoiding it...

But with no Captain, a ship will go under and me being attacked by Randy will not be the reason that his dream fails.

"You're going."

"No. I'm not." He answers and I watch as he folds his arms and sulk on the couch. "I said I'm staying here with you. That is what I am doing."

"You're staying with me?"

"Yes."

"Then I'm going to the museum.."

He growls at me but stays put calling my bluff. I collect my phone, keys and painkillers off the kitchen side before exiting out the side door and into the garage. I needed life to return to normal, before the anxiety of the world outside these four walls got too much. I didn't want to wait for a few weeks, when it would be too late, when I would have no doubt fell into some kind of oppressive stupor.

Unlocking the car, I pulled open the door and froze seeing the state of my passenger seat. Dropping my things onto the drivers seat, I rounded my car and opened the door, looking at the large stain. It had been scrubbed and the footwell carpets had been removed.

Movement caught my ears making me lift my eyes to see Zak stood beside me. "I tried..."

"I really was bad. Wasn't I?"

The question sounded ridiculous and I wasn't totally clueless as to what the doctors had told me. They told me I died on the table, that surgery was risky and I was lucky to still be here. But it never really dawned on me how close I came to leaving Zak until I was stood here.. Looking at this.

"Please can we just go indoors?"

Looking up to Zak, I shake my head "You're needed at the museum, we need to go over there. I need to face this as well."

He tried to argue his case, but he had nothing to say that could sway me, because he knew I'd take a car, even if it wasn't mine and go anyway.

"Fine." He grunts. "We're taking my car."

I try to hide my smile over the small victory and lock up my car before waiting beside his truck.

"I'm not taking that, you're not suppose to be overdoing it. Pulling yourself up in that will definitely be over doing it. I'm taking the Mercedes."

I nod and slide over to the left to stand beside the car. "You could seem a little happier about going there.."

"To a place where I held a knife in your liver because I was terrified if it slipped or fell out with the waterfall of blood, I might actually lose you? Sure. I'll be happy." He replied sarcastically.

I knew it wasn't going to be easy for me, but I hadn't stopped and wondered if it was going to be like for him. Right then, I agreed with myself.. I was selfish.

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The journey over to the museum was as silent as a graveyard. The anxiety was getting higher the closer we got and it wasn't until we turned onto the street, that I wish I had shut my mouth and stayed at home.

Zak hadn't said a word to me and parked the car under the car port, removing the keys, he held them in his hand looking at the steering wheel.

Taking a small breath, I looked out across the street to where it happened. It looked the same, it hadn't grown a black mark which decayed the street and it hadn't been sucked into another universe. It was still the same... Except in my mind, the street held a little more significance as this was where I could have died.