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Tuesday, May 15th. 11:35 AM. • • •
Alfred had sent a small plane to pick me up. I had refused to allow Clark to fly me back home, he wasn't too keen on the idea that his mother kept pressing. I sat in the back of the cab silent and listening to the radio that was non stop about Superman. The cab driver himself kept glancing back at me his thick eyebrows were up as he squinted at me. I knew he knew my face, everyone did.
The moment we turned onto my street my pulse quickened and dread settled in my stomach. In front of my building were dozens of reporters and bystanders, a few women who were holding up signs expressing their anger.
As we drove closer the words were clearer.
If you loved him, you wouldn't have moved on.
He deserves a faithful woman.
I darted my eyes away, shifting forward. The clear partition between us was open and I called to the driver, "There's an alley that has a side entrance to my building, could you drop me off there?"
The man didn't respond but there was a jolt as he sped up, and then to my dismay stopped abruptly in front of the reporters and angry mob. I sucked in a breath and turned to look at him, his face was steely and narrowed. His thin lips pulled back over crooked teeth.
"It'd be against my cause to keep you safe."
My blood runs cold at the sound of the venom laced in his words and the glare in his eyes, he reaches for something in his pocket and I shove myself out the taxi as quickly as possible. I slam the door shut and stagger from the cab. The man's cold gaze locks onto me as he waves goodbye. My heart is pounding as I watch the taxi speed away from me. I had my back to the screaming questions and angry taunts.
Clenching my first and collecting myself I let out a sigh and turn around. Immediately, I'm in the thick of reporters, their voices blending with the angry chants of the women.
"Annie, what does this mean for you now that he's back?"
"How did he take the news that you're in a relationship."
"Are you going back to Superman?"
"Now that he's alive; will the alien threat go away?"
I pushed past as many as I could rattling off a dozen no comment phrases. I could hear my name being called and see my doorman trying to push through the crowd, a sense of relief flows over me as he draws closer elbowing his way to me.
