What's My Name?

Murder?

Nearing the end of the meet I begin to realize that Coach had been avoiding me ever since our last conversation. There had been no direct interaction between us, only awkward eye contact. I brushed it off as a simple annoyance, maybe even attribute it to the fact that he had a lot to do around the meet, but a little voice in the back of my head said otherwise. It had convinced me that I had ruined an easy-going friendship with one slip of the tongue. That was, until I saw the angry lion approaching the prey that it had stalked so long. I continued my conversation with a fellow teammate to appear oblivious, but strong hands calmly pulled me away.

If you were to look at us, you would see a lone hand on my arm; which may cause you to think that I had done something wrong, or was just being given a stern talking to. But if you were me, you would know that coach never grabbed anyone like this, this hard. I was about to be murdered, most definitely.

"I need you to come with me real quick. "

Ah. Minor professionalism. He's definitely preparing to kill me.

"Um...what for? You're not gonna kill me are you?" I mentally cringed as the words came out. Joke or not, his face showed that he clearly wasn't in the mood for it. "Well, i didn't mean-"

"Oh my god, just shut up and come with me. You're not gonna die." He pauses and mumbles something under his breath."Not yet at least."

Shit. That's great. He is planning on killing me. I'm falling for a goddammit serial killer!

He gives the heads up to the throwing coach and I reluctantly follow him to the far side of the track. All the way there I kept my eyes on the ground, watching myself take what felt like the last steps I might ever take. I had never seen Coach pull somebody out so far, and it honestly worried me as to what was about to happen. Being the smart cookie I was, I pretended to get a notification.

"Why do you have your phone with you?" His voice snaps me out of my mind commentary and leaves me gasping for an answer.

"Uhh..My mom likes to call during the meets." In which she does, so no lie there. But, my dumbass had to keep talking. "I barely keep it on me though. Did you...did you want me to put it back at the tent?"

If i went back to the tent I could tell my friend to watch us, and maybe even tail behind us. So if I do get murdered he can't George Zimmerman his way out of it.

"No." Fuck. "Give me the phone. I'll give it back to you at the school."

"What if I need to make a call before then?" I slap the phone into his hand slowly, just enough to snatch it back if he hears my plea.

"You're a smart girl," His tone is almost sarcastic, but anybody who's been around him enough knows that he just had something else on his mind; leading to a monotone type voice. "I'm sure you can figure it out."

I stay quiet. His eyes are straight ahead. At this point, we had reached a point closer to the school itself than the track. Curiosity gets the best of me and I begin to fish for answers.

"What time is it?"

He smiles. Bad sign. Nobody smiles like that when asked the time.

"Why, Victoria? What time do you have to be there?"

Why can't this man just answer my goddamn question?

I make a nervous smile and nod my head.

"Touche."

After what was about five minutes of walking, he finally seems to slow down and stop. His face was passive and almost content, so I don't think that I was in any sort of trouble.

So why in the goddamn fuckbutt am I here?

He continues to walk until I notice that we're in an area nobody can see us in. My black senses tingle, and I begin to plot my escape route.

"Perfect." He mumbles, his words slithering out of his mouth with an unknown origin. The wrapped me in a cocoon of one part uncertainty and two parts questionable intent.

"Perfect for what? Why are we over Here? We're super far-"

Before I could finish my sentence I found myself up against a wall. It happened so swiftly I could've sworn this man was a cop.

"I've been waiting for this all fucking day,"

Nope. Nope. N o p e. Anal rape detected. A. B. O. R. T.

"For the perfect time to get your smartass mouth alone."

I don't know what they say in those prayers right before they die, but I'm sure what im screaming inside my head isn't it.

"What? Why?! What did I do?"

His smile darkens, and I notice his glasses had disappeared. The weird outside/inside hallway type place we were in looks as if it had been abandoned for years. The setting sun made his eyes shine, and intensified all his emotions. It was at this moment that Victoria knew, she fucked up.