A World That Is Not Mine

XXV.

Stevie's heart went about a mile a minute as she took in her husband. There was a little fear to her expression.

"I can take care of this, if you'd like..." Tracy offered---noticing how scared her daughter-like customer was frightened.

"No, I'll take care of it, thanks---" she smiled softly.

Tracy walked off, to help out other customers, roaming about the place.

"What are you doing here, Richard?" Stevie had her arms crossed, hugging herself tightly. She stared him and her eyes were roaming his figure quickly.

"I could ask you the same thing..." Rick lingered---still, a sly smile was on his face.

"It's none of your business---now why are you here?" she had let her skin toughen, slightly. She knew the fear she felt would be seeable to him and if it was the case, she needed him to be scared.

"And it's your business, that I am here?" he laughed.

"Well... no, but-- you have no reason to be here. Since when do you shop here?" she rose a brow, at the fact he was in a metaphysical shop. "What could you possibly need?"

"I was told, you got kicked out of the facility..." he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah---I did," she nodded. "And that was your fault. You tried to hurt me---so I hurt you first. If you try something, you know I won't hesitate to break anything over your head again."

Rick kind of smirked in return. "So where are you staying? how's the solitary life?"

"What I do, is none of your business, okay? you don't need to know where I've been or what I am doing. Please, leave."

"Why, it's a public place?"

"A public place, you don't belong in. So please, get out before I call the police."

"They'd only take you... you're the one who broke out."

"Leave," she sternly said.

"Fine, but I will see you later," he mentioned.

"Yep," she rolled her eyes and turned the other direction---to the back. "I'm gonna use the phone," Stevie whispered to Tracy after her husband had left.

"Go ahead," the woman said, nodding.

Picking up the phone, she dialed Lindsey's office phone and kind of tapped her foot in anticipation.

"Hello?"

"Lindsey, we have trouble---Rick came to the Psychic Eye and he was harrasing me... again. I don't know how he found me, but he was here," she stated quietly and quickly. "Lindsey?" she asked since she didn't hear sound.

"Stevie," Lindsey tapped her shoulder and she jumped.

"What-- how did you? ah shit!" she hung up the phone.

"What's the matter?" he asked, concerned.

"I don't know who answered the phone in your office," she shook her head---tears just over the horizon as all her fears came back. She was hoping it was just a nurse or something.

"I left to come and get you, what happened?" he questioned.

She threw herself into his arms. "Rick was here and he saw me. And I just told whoever was on the phone that I was at the Psychic Eye."

"Okay, you're all right. I will take you home and we'll decide the next move. Warner was giving me trouble at the facility. His initial thought, was that you were staying at my place," he rubbed her back up and down. "I told him to leave, but I know he doesn't listen."