Dancing with Satan

Chapter Nineteen

Another short chapter. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Your feedback is always welcome.

My heart was pounding as we neared my parents house. The house I grew up in and ditched just weeks ago. 

I still remembered when my dad and I would play in the sprinklers when I was little. He'd chase me around and I'd laugh and run so hard I would collapse from exhaustion within an hour's time.

Those were the days where the only thing I worried about was what color of crayon I was going to use. Those were the days when my dad and I had a great relationship, until I went and messed it up.

I was great at that. Fucking things up was my specialty, wasn't it?

I felt the car pull to a stop and I realized when we sitting in front of the house. Police surrounded the area and I expected no less.

I turned and looked at Jesse, who was staring right back at me. He was waiting for me to speak. ''Will you come with me?''

''Yeah,'' Jesse nodded and killed the engine. ''Leave your cut in here though,'' he removed his own leather cut.

''Why?'' I asked, removing it.

''Don't want the police getting on our asses even more than they're about to.''

''Oh, yeah...I knew that,'' I muttered.

We headed up towards the house in the darkness that was lit by the police lights. It meant a lot to me that Jesse was coming with me. Usually we didn't screw around with police, no matter what was going on, but he was doing this for me.

He was pushing aside the fact that he may or may not be walking into a death trap; a death trap of cops.

''You can't be here, ma'am,'' I heard from ahead of me. My eyes widened when I saw who it was.

The cop Jesse knocked out when I got myself shot.

''My dad was murdered. I'm sure as hell allowed here,'' I growled.

I didn't miss it when he reached towards his gun when he finally realized who we were. ''You two again.''

''Yep,'' Jesse replied, eyeing the gun. ''Remember what I said last time?''

''Yeah...y-yep. I remember,'' he stuttered.

''Good, don't want to have to blow up the police station,'' Jesse replied.

''We aren't looking for trouble. I just need to see my mom,'' I interrupted before it got out of hand.

''Mrs. Griffin?'' he began to relax.

''Yeah, that's her...where is she?'' I asked.

''Inside,'' the officer answered, ''try not to shoot any of my men, alright?''

''Can't make any promises,'' Jesse said sarcastically before we walked towards the door. Or, at least he did. I just hobbled along on my crutches like I had been doing a lot lately.

I could already hear my mom sobbing from the living room when we stepped inside. It completely crushed me. I could feel the tears start to swell in my eyes again.

Jesse stood in front of me and gently wiped the tears from my eyes with his thumb. ''I'll stay here. Go talk to her.''

I nodded and squeezed his arm a little before I headed into the living room.

''Mom,'' I whispered as I walked towards the couch. Two cops with notepads turned around and stared at me.

''Sage,'' her voice cracked, and it caused her to cry even harder. As soon as I sat down I wrapped my arms around her tightly and we both cried like babies.

Who could blame us? Mom had lost her husband, and I had lost my dad. He was the center of the family. The one who had held us together when I was growing up.

''Give us a moment, please?'' I looked at the officers.

They nodded and stepped back. ''I'm sorry for your loss. Let us know when you're done. We have more things to discuss,'' they directed it at mom.

''What happened mom?'' I asked.

''Your dad was out getting the mail, and then I heard gunshots,'' she pathetically dropped her hands into her lap. ''I went out there and found him on the lawn.''

I leaned back on the couch. None of this made sense. Sure, my dad was a pretty well known guy around town, but as far as I knew everyone liked him.

''Did he have a fight with anyone recently?'' I asked.

''No,'' she shook her head, ''no one was angry with him. Not that I'm aware of.''

''How long did it take you to get outside?''

''Why are you asking so many questions? It doesn't matter now! He's dead!'' she shouted.

''Mom, calm down,'' I took her hand. ''This might have something to do with the club. I need to know what you did or didn't see so maybe I can figure this shit out.''

''What do you mean it might have something to do with the club?'' she yanked her hand back. ''Did one of those no good, tattooed criminals kill my husband?''

I ran my hands over my face to calm myself. ''That's what I'm trying to figure out. Can you just calm down and answer the question?''

''Calm down? You want me to calm down when your father is dead? Thanks to your friends!'' she yelled so loud I swear the windows rattled. ''Not to mention you haven't been here in weeks and now you show up, like you're concerned?"

''Is there a problem here?'' An officer poked his head through the door.

''No, we're fine,'' I replied and stared at my mom until she sat back down. She was completely losing it.

The officer reluctantly left again.

''Mom, my club wouldn't have done this. As for someone else's club, who knows. But I need you to answer the question, please. And just for the record; I'm more than concerned.''

She stared at me but finally seemed to be calming down a little. ''It didn't take me long to get out there. He was already dead, though,'' she started crying again.

''Did you see anything?'' I leaned over with my elbows resting on my knees.

''I saw a black van speeding down the road, but that was it,'' she admitted.

A black van? Why did that sound so familiar?

''No, it can't be...'' I whispered under my breath.

''What did you say?'' Mom asked.

''I said that's weird,'' I lied.

There was only one person I knew who owned a black van. I had seen it many, many times, and it always meant trouble.

It was Jesse's van.

But he wouldn't do that. He wouldn't kill my father, right?