The spirits savior

Chapter 14: That man

Chapter 14

Iza wants to be a part if my world and what I'm doing. But what I can't let her do, is follow me when I search for the murderer. It's too dangerous.

She wants to follow. She says that every time, but I can't let her, I care too much about her.

I'm lying awake in, not my bed, in Iza's bed. She's still sleeping. She's sleeping with her head on my chest. I stroke her hair slowly, as my thoughts wander off.

How can I let her do something dangerous? I can't. I need her alive, healthy and well. If anything would happen to her, I could never forgive myself. Never.

My sweet sweet Iza, who is so innocent and so good and pure. I could never live with myself if I lost her.

I think of my family. Thy would want to know what's going on. And I think of Iza's family. They don't know a thing still. Iza feels guilty. She knows how Mackenzie died. The police still doesn't, and her family doesn't, but she do and she can't tell. I try to tell her that they all will know when this is all over.

I continue to stroke Iza's soft red hair. I feel calmer doing that. She calms me down just by breathing.

To be completely honest, I do think that I've liked her ever since I first saw her, when she found me walk around in school looking for the principals office. When I saw her eyes, her smile, heard her laugh, from when she first touched me. I've just been pushing those feelings away because I thought I was insane. When I found out that I'm not inside, I pushed her away because I thought she would think I'm a madman. But she doesn't. She's incredible. She's all I need to stay sane through all of this.

Iza starts to stir a bit. At first I think that she's about to wake up, but she doesn't. She just yawns and her hand slides up to my stomach.

I take her hand in my, intertwine our fingers. Her hand is so small against mine. So small and so cute.

With my hand of the arm I hold around Iza, I brush away a lock of hair from her face. She's so gorgeous. Every little freckle on her face is so cute, and she does have a lot of them.

Iza looks so peaceful when she sleeps. Not a care in the whole world and she looks happy.

Her breathing is so calm and so serene. I can't believe that this wonderful creature is mine to hold, to kiss, to laugh with and to cry with.

I've always been able to be myself completely with Iza. I don't have to hide who I am. That feels so good and to be with her feels so right.

"Jaydin!"

I look to the side.

"Mackenzie?" I whisper low.

"I know where he is", she says.

"What?" I ask. "Wait hold on..."

I slide out of the bed really carefully, not to wake up Iza who starts hugging the pillow as soon as I'm out of the bed.

I walk over to the window and Mackenzie follows me.

I pick her up and sets her down onto the desk right beside.

"What do you mean?" I whisper.

"I mean that I know where he lives", she says. "But..."

I get a cold feeling. Something's terribly wrong. I know it.

"But what?" I ask.

"He's married", she says and frowns. "And he has three kids".

God. Poor his family. They don't know that they live with a psychotic lunatic.

"And his name is Timothy Bibo", she says.

Wait a minute... Bibo? Why does that sound familiar?

Then I remember why.

"No that can't be", I say denying it with every bone in my body. "That can't be true, it can't be, this time you're wrong Mackenzie".

Mackenzie looks at me. She looks me straight in my eyes. She let tears fall.

"I'm not, that's him, that's the man", Mackenzie says. "I was his first victim, but not the last once".

I start to shake.

"How many others?" I ask.

"Five, five girls, all of them ten", she says. "But with them he wasn't so careful, he buried them in his backyard".

I feel like throwing up.

"But are you sure about the man? Are you sure it isn't someone else?" I ask.

"Jaydin, I know why you deny this, his kids names are Alexander, Samuel and Jacob", Mackenzie says. "I know Jake is your best friend, and also Elliot and Iza's vet friends, but his father is the one, he is, and even though you deny it, it's true".

"So what should I do now?" I ask.

Am I gonna go to my best friends house, ask to talk to his father and accuse him of killing Mackenzie and six other girls?

That's going to break Jake. He's going to hate me, he's going to loathe me.

"The right thing", she says.

She tells me the address and I write it down. I put on the desk.

"I sure hope your right about this Mackenzie", I say and wipe the sweat from my forehead with my hand.

"I am", she says.

If Mackenzie is wrong and I accuse my best friends father I'm going to end up in so much trouble.

I do remember the young mans face. I have never met Jake's father before though. I have met his mother. She's a really kind woman, and he's so much alike him. Although... I have met his middle brother Samuel.

When I compare the faces of the young insane man who killed Mackenzie and Jake's brother Samuel I see the resemblance.

Oh god. This just gets messier and messier, even if it's coming to an end.