Seduced by SoMo

Chapter 4: Angelinas Apprentice

He wears a black trench coat that goes down to his knee caps. Black jeans that loosley hug his legs. Black dress up shoes that are pointed at the toes. His dark brown hair is in a messy but also very situated way. Like little mountain spikes aligned on the top of his head. His hands stay at his side, just close enough to his pockets. He keeps his head down though. All I can see are his brown eyebrows. His skin is pale but smooth looking. Almost like cream colored silk sheets.

Angelina begins to introduce him but he quickly cuts her off by gently pushing her aside. He doesn't look up. Not yet. His eyes are still focused on the ground.

I look toward Angelina for an answer but she just shakes her head. She hasn't got the slightest clue who she's dealing with.

I take my chance while his head is still fixated on the hard wood floor of my condo & motion Angelina to the front door with my eyes.

It takes her a little while but she picks it up eventually. Once she's figured it out she gives me a concerned look. She second guesses my authority & makes a slight move toward the mystery man.

Only a mystery to Angelina though. This guy is no mystery. He's well known to me. Very familiar.

I quickly wriggle my nose & eyebrows  to tell her to stop & head back. She still doesn't look convinced. I'm doing everything I can. Tears start to build at the bottom of my eyes. I bite my lip to keep a tear drop from falling. I don't want him to notice. If he does, we'll both be goners.

Angelina slowly creeps her way to the door & unhinges the lock with a nimble touch. She opens it, very slowly to keep from a creaking noise. She brings her hips around the front of the door, then to the side, then back around behind the door. Soon enough all I can see is her head peaking from around the corner. She's so close. She's gonna make it.

I motion once last time toward her & mouth the words "its okay. ill be fine. go".

I watch as a single tear drop escapes from her deep blue eyes. She closes the door behind her & I watch in relief as she runs down the driveway.

I'm so caught up in my happy moment I forget there's a total pshycopath in my living room. I look toward him.

His fingers begin to twitch slowly. His head starts to raise. He moves forward a bit then lifts his head. His eyes meet mine & I instantly feel a depth in my stomach.

The darkness of his pupils bring me to my knees. He looks like murder. He is murder. I don't want to look but I can't keep from staring. Our eyes have already locked. It's too late.