Aaron quickly slipped his boots back on and quietly left the house, not actually sure what just happened. He was trying to process it, when another text came through. It was from Pixie
"Where the hell are you? We need to get out of here now, Please! Hurry"
Aaron looked up from his phone and at the truck. Pixie was waving frantically for him to hurry up, her eyes as big as dinner plates. He motioned for her to calm down, but still picked up his pace, because he wasn't truly able to figure out what just transpired.
"Shit, shit, shit..... I think I killed him. Oh my God! Am I going to go to jail. I won't survive in jail. I am going to be somebody's little bitch, and get passed around for cigarettes....." Pixie said in a terrified babble, just as Aaron opened the door.
Aaron just stared at Pixie, he had never seen her so scared. He had seen her take out men bigger then Matthew's, and check to see if she broke a nail. Then he realized, beating a low life rapist to within an inch of his life is one thing, they dont go to the cops. Knocking out or killing a rich white pedophile, would find him charging her with assault. This was bringing her to utter panic.
Her panicked "What the fuck are you waiting for" got him moving into the truck, and pull her against him.
"Calm down, calm down and breath..." he repeated softly holding her against him. She initially fought weakly against his grip, then as he started to feel her hot tears dampening his shirt pulled herself tighter against him as if he was her shield against the world. He gently stroked her hair and back, saying "Don't worry, it all good, just breath. I wont let anything happen to you" Pixie's breathing slowed and she moved away wiping her eyes.
"You ok now?" He asked using his thumb to wipe a tear off her cheek.
"Better then you, you big crybaby." She answered back with chuckle hiding a sob.
He instinctively knew he was going to pay for her tears, she hated crying in front of him. Will it be a snake in his bed? Or something more devious? He didn't care, because that was just part of who she was.
He started the truck and left the neighborhood at a sedate pace.
" Ok, tell me what happened with the slimy asshole, and I will tell you why you don' have anything to worry about.." Aaron said, casting a quick glance at her.
Pixie looked back at him very confused and started her story.
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The dissolution of lore
Gizem / GerilimAaron Flynn is a Private Detective, hired by the family of a cold case victim, a young college student that was found murdered and drained of blood. He will find a lead that the police have no interest investigating. He soon discovers there are tr...
