The Eye of the Knife

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

My Regretful Mistake

I sat down at my laptop with Christian by my side early the next morning. It was time for us to find the next person to help.

I scrolled through my email trying to find one that seemed interesting and not just someone afraid of things the go bump in the night. Most people think they can contact me for ghosts, but of course the can't.

I found a story from a man on the outskirts of Atlanta who sounded like he needed some help. From what he described in the email was that he had not only one demon, but two. This was something Christian needed to experience.

So I emailed him back telling him some details about payment and when to expect us, then we set out packing up everything.

When we were finished the hotel room looked just as it did when we entered it, not a trace of us remained. I told Christian that it was always important to never leave a trail because it could potentially lead to more trouble and possibly death.

Ten minutes later, we were checked out of the hotel, had our breakfast in hand, and were in the front seats of the rental cars. I haven't had my own car in so long, so by now I'm used to acting like the rental is mine. Who cares what you do in them? As long as you don't get caught and charged extra.

It would take us a few hours to get to Atlanta, so in the mean time we listened to some music and I quizzed Christian on what he learned during training yesterday. He's been getting most of the questions correct, but not with as much detail as I would prefer.

With a sigh our conversation came to an end. The car was filled with a comfortable silence. I was brought back to the memories of last night and how much fun I had. Just the thought of the night brought butterflies to my stomach. Was I..... excited?

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We pulled up to a nice, small house. Apparently Mr. Brown lives by himself and has been experiencing the usual demon behavior. I sighed, for some reason not wanting to go inside and take care of the thing. What if I loose my memory again?

Its true, I have my memory fully back. I remember everything about how Christian and I had met. How I didn't like that he had found out my secret. How I was more than irritated that he attached himself to me like a leach.

Sucking in a deep breath, I got out of the car and locked it once Christian was out also. We walked side by side up the small concrete walkway, and on the even smaller porch. Christian had to stand on the stair below because there wasn't enough room on the tiny concrete square that claimed to be a porch.

I knocked on the front door, after opening the glass screen door and almost falling into the bushes. There was no where to step on this poor excuse for a porch. I stood there waiting for what seemed like forever, with the slightly heavy door weighting on the bone of my ankle. I crossed my arms in annoyance, and glanced at Christian with my eyebrows raised. He shrugged at me, indicating that I was in charge and it was my decision.

I mentally groaned, and waited a few minutes further for the door to open. It seemed that we have been standing at this door for hours, but in reality it had most likely been ten to fifteen minutes. I raised my hand and knocked again for the third time, deciding that I would wait only a few more seconds after the knock then go back to the car.

I sat in the car and gave the house one final glance before I backed out of the drive. I hate leaving people, especially if they have a potential problem, but I did tell him around the time to expect us, and to make sure to be there.

Christian and I drove back the same way that we had just come from, the only difference was that this time the car was completely silent. I could feel that fact that he didn't like that we had just left that man, but after waiting nearly a half hour what were we supposed to do? We couldn't just sit there in his driveway, for who knows how long, hoping the he would show up. Well, we could, but that would look suspicious and most likely involve some cops.

Once we got back to the hotel, still in complete silence, Christian turned on a movie while I set my phone to charge. I sat down on the other side of the bed, as far away from Christian as I could get. It didn't matter that I had a bed all to myself, I still couldn't stand to be close to him while I was in the bed. I had to have my space when it comes to bedrooms, and sharing a tiny hotel room was starting to get to me and my comfort zone.

We continued to watch the movie, which I later found out was one of the Saw series. I watched as one of the girls got thrown into a pit of needles, trying to find the needle with the key attached to it. I glanced over at Christian and saw that he wasn't even watching the movie, but was preoccupied with the small knife that I had given to him yesterday. He kept turning it over and over in his hands, examining each side, looking for something that was unknown to me.

"Want to practice some more?" I asked breaking the hour long silence that had been between us. I still didn't know why we had gone so long without talking, and it felt.....odd.

He shrugged and turned the knife some more in his hands.

"Christian... why are you being so quiet?" This wasn't like him, he was the person that always had something to say. He was that guy who you want to punch because he just kept talking and talking, even when he knew that no one was listening to him, yet he continued to let words flow freely from his mouth. It was like word vomit that never seemed to cease.

He turned to look at me at that moment. "We didn't help him. What if he dies?" Christian questioned.

I sighed knowing that this was what was bothering him. "Christian.... I got a look at the aura while we were there. The only problem with that is that there was no aura. There wasn't a demon in that man's house. So what he was experiencing was not of demonic nature. Maybe more along the lines of paranormal. But I didn't tell you because I knew you wouldn't believe me because you couldn't see it for yourself, so I waited half an hour hoping that you would feel better about the fact that he wasn't going to show in the first place. I should have told you."

He looked at me, shock and sadness showing clearly through those blue orbs. I instantly felt even more guilty than I already did. "You should have told me." Was all he said about the situation. This increased the amount of guilt that I had.

"Christian, I'm sorry. I thought what I was doing was for the best."

"No." He said hurt and anger filled the simple word. "What you did was made me worry sick about the poor man. I thought that he would have been killed by a demon that wasn't even there." His words cut deep. "It hurts that you would lie to me, well not technically a lie, but it still hurts the same. I thought I could trust you, but I guess you will have to earn that."

I let his words sink in. And I felt like I had betrayed the best friend that I had ever had.

The only friend that I had ever had.

 And it was not a good feeling.