Oblivion [CURRENTLY EDITING]

Chapter Four

On the long drive home, I had one hand on the wheel and another hanging lazily on the gear shift. The drive would have been much more enjoyable if I had one of David's rough, tattooed hands to hold, but the weight of what I wanted sunk in and I knew it was far from possible to even think of right now. Even though my heart was racing at the thought of David, my mind instantly flashed to guilt-induced visions of Asher. I felt guilty for wanting someone else when he was under the impression that I was still caught under his spell, and I was even more guilty that I wanted nothing more to do with him. Although my subconscious was weighing heavy for feeling this, all of Asher's faults against me came to mind and it settled my feelings for now.
My heart wasn't prepared to house anyone right now, let alone two people who hardly cared for me in return. It was tough for me to deal with Asher's empty promises and overall lack of interest in me; but to now deal with blooming feelings for a new man? I understood then that I was playing a dangerous game with lethal players, and I simply couldn't handle thinking of who I would lose when this was all done and over with. The only thing I wanted was for my heart to make up it's goddamn mind.

***

I pulled into my driveway quickly and with ease. It wasn't hard to maneuver in my tiny car, but I had always prided myself on being a good driver. Coming from a family of people who were a little rough on the roads, it was more of a blessing for me than anything else. Before the blink of an eye, I was out of my car and making my way up the porch steps ready to leave the world for a few hours as I sunk into my couch and devoured a new book. I had just stuck my key into the place that the lock was supposed to be. Only this time I was not met with the familiar sound of metal on metal-- in fact, I wasn't met with the lock at all.

"What the hell..." I muttered to myself as I glanced around, in shock that my door would be propped open the way it was. I gently pushed it and it lazily swung open, exposing the entrance of my house. I had no clue if anybody was in here or why the door was open; I was sure that I had locked it before I had taken off today. As I hesitantly stepped into the doorway, I held my breath as I listened for any noises throughout the house. I found myself tip-toeing towards the kitchen; keeping my back against the wall so I couldn't be caught off guard by the sick mastermind that would have broken into my house. Once I felt the cold granite counter against the small of my back, I stretched out a hand and grabbed the only thing I could imagine would keep me safe at that moment. I must have looked absolutely ridiculous right then, gripping a cook's knife to protect myself just in case, but no matter how tough I seemed I was still caught off guard and defenseless. I swallowed hard, trying not to make a sound as I crept out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. I had absolutely no clue what I was about to find but I had to check and be absolutely sure I was alone before I felt capable enough to call the authorities about this.

***

After I had thoroughly checked the last room on the upper level of my house, I whipped out my phone and immediately dialed the police. I didn't waste any time telling the dispatcher what had happened in a shaking voice that I was struggling to gain control of. When the woman on the other end finally promised to send someone to assist me, I instantly felt relieved. The thought of David being the officer sent over didn't cross my mind until I was answering the door to him and another man in a full uniform.

"What seems to be the problem, Miss?" the officer I didn't recognize asked me. Until then, I hadn't realized how hard I was trembling. David took control right then as he stepped forward, pulling me back into the house with his hands gripping my upper arms and moving me with great ease. His left hand went from my arm to my fingers that were still tightly gripping the cook's knife, gently trying to pry it from them and make me release it's handle.
"Ma'am I'm going to ask you to drop the knife." He didn't speak in a booming tone or sound entirely demanding and I realized it was because I looked utterly terrified and harmless. I wasn't a threat to him and he knew that. I found it odd that he called me "ma'am" even though he knew who I was, but I figured perhaps it was because I enjoyed the way my name rolled off of his tongue every time he said it. The other officer stepped in and began to have a look around as I slowly slid down to the floor, surrendering my weapon to David.
"Just sit here and we'll have a look around, alright?" he said and I absentmindedly nodded in response. David walked over to the kitchen counter and placed it down on the granite counter before he began his search. Both men began to survey the area for anything suspicious. However, after a while I could tell David's focus was wavering.