PSA: ALL tweets/texts/links in this work are FAKE and recreated to fit into the FICTION of this story. NOT intended to cause harm or ill intent. These are only created for the purpose of FICTION.
"Good things take time, but not when you keep running...
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Victoria
Curiosity was eating me alive the following morning. I was dying to know what that 702-area code number was. With a short sigh, I opened my phone and saw this:
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Not one bit of suspicion jolted through me as I felt a sense of comfort come from his simple message. I knew how he was, even though I had just met him. Realistically thinking, I would assume that he wasn't asking me for a call with ill intentions as he was well known. Grinning, I called him after unintentionally ignoring his message overnight.
After just three rings, he answered the phone groggily. "Hello?"
"Did I wake you up?" I said with a slight giggle.
"No... Who is this?" He yawned.
"Oh, you know, the redneck waitress at Bobby Mackey's that you sent a text to this number to. No big deal. Just giving you the call you requested," I sarcastically spoke.
"Oh! Victoria! I'm sorry. I'm so drained from that lockdown!" He laughed. By the sound of tumbling of the phone, I knew he was readjusting himself in bed. "I was going to ask you something through a text, but I figured I should just ask you on the phone."
"What is it?"
"How long have you worked at Mackey's?"
"Not too long, why?"
"Would you mind if I did an interview with you? If not, then I understand. I just want to know what type of experiences you've had."
"I'm not really comfortable with being on TV..." I trailed off. But I really did want him to interview me without the pressure of some type of limelight.
And yet, here I was with big dreams of being a singer...
"That's okay. Understandable. What about if I just met you somewhere in town and asked a couple of questions?"
"Sure..." I said, kind of reluctant because I knew what Matt was going to do when he found out, even if it wasn't romantic.
But yet, why did I still care how Matt was going to react? We weren't an "item" anymore and haven't been for a while.
"I'll still be in town tomorrow. Are you free?" He asked.
"I have to work at one o'clock tomorrow. I usually sleep until about eight."
"Would you be up for meeting me in about an hour?"
"Tonight? I woke you up. It's almost eight now!"
"Yeah, eight in the afternoon!" He laughed. "Would you want to meet me somewhere or would you want me to pick you up?"
"I'll meet you somewhere," I laughed. "Give me a few minutes. Meet me at the cafe down the road from your hotel."
"How do you know which hotel I'm at?" He questioned.
"Honey, Wilder isn't big enough for two hotels!" I laughed. "I'll see you there in about an hour. It's nice out tonight, so I'll get us a table on the patio."
"Sounds good with me. I'll see you soon."
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"I hope this doesn't make you feel awkward," He started as we finished ordering our drinks.
"Nah. I know there's nothing to this besides an interview," I said, waving my hand. "So, what do you want to 'interview' me about?"
"I'm just curious as to what kind of experiences you've had working there," he said with a gleam in his eyes. "It just seemed like you were uncomfortable talking about anything paranormal related."
"Honestly, not many. I tune it all out," I said, taking a bite out of the bread the waitress provided for us.
"Well, what have you had?"
"I've felt things touch me, and I've seen a shadow of a tall, dark man with a broad hat and a low shade of red eyes. It honestly scared me. I've seen him in my dreams a lot. Matt reminds me a lot of the man I've been seeing. By how he acts at the club." I explained.
"What do you mean? With how he acts?" Zak asked, raising a brow.
"He acts like an asshole when he doesn't wear the pendant the bishop gave him. He'll have spells where he'll take it off and just rage. I try to keep away from him when he has these episodes. He's hit me a couple of times in the past, but I guess I've made it worse because I hit back. I don't take his shit. No matter if he's "possessed" or not," I said, taking a sip of Dr. Pepper I had ordered.
"How far back in the past are you talking?"
"He grabbed my arm after you all left, acting like he had some sort of possession over me."
"If I would've seen that, I would've turned around and confronted him. Nothing fires me up more than a man putting his hands on a woman."
Although he seemed genuine, a part of me knew that he saw Matt put his hands on me and didn't do anything about it. He chose not to.
Just in case anyone was wondering, Zak's not a very good liar, and I've known him for less than a day now.
"But I saw you looking over when it happened?" I questioned, putting him on the spot.
"When I turned my head, I saw his hand on you when he loosened his grip, and I assumed that you had tripped or something because it didn't look violent." He explained.
"That's because it wasn't violent that time. I made it very clear for him to get his hands off of me."
"Good."
"I'm trying to convince him to leave Mackey's behind, though I'm having a hard time finding a point to give a shit because we're not serious. It's been on and off. I don't even know why I think I care."
"What about you though? Have you thought about leaving?"
"Not really. Not unless a big opportunity comes up, but I doubt it. I'm content in my little humble town. And I haven't had something supernatural scare me to my core, so I don't have a reason to want to leave."
"I'm glad nothing has happened to you besides the occasional knocks, but I'm telling you, that place has something dark behind it, and you have to be careful."
