She Healed My Scars (BOOK 2)

#9 THE NEWS

the nock at the door woke me from my safe spot on the couch. Rebekah was lounging on the bed. she sat staring at the ceiling clearly oblivious to anything around her. the nock sounded again forcing me from my comfortable position.

I swing the door open to discover zane staring back at me.

"zane?" I ask one hand still on the door.

I could still shut the door in his face.

"evening angel." he churped and slipped past me as if reading my mind. only now did I notice the bags he held in his arms. he tossed the bags on the bed with a thump.

Rebekah jumped just becoming aware of his presence. her eyes widened with fear and she quickly moved as far away from him as possible.

"whats in the bags?" i ask inching closer.  i dont give him the time to answer before i grabb a bag and open it wide. the bag was filled with clothes.

"you guys are going to be here a while. you might as well have some extra clothes." he rubbed the back of his neck. a habit i notice he does often.

he got all those for me?

my stomach warmed at the thought that he was thinking about me. no matter how much i hate him.

no he got them for me and Rebekah...its the least he can do now that we are his prisoners.

rebekah still wore her frightened stare as she jumped from the bed and grabbed a sack of clothes. without a word she rushed from the room sending worried looks at zane.

"thank you." i mumble unable to make eye contact with his intense stare.

"your food earlier." he took a step closer but i still didn't look at him. "it was...good. i got more food for the cabinets. so i you feel like cooking again-"

thats why he's being nice..or kinda nice.

he wants me too cook for him.

"you want me to cook for you." i nod to myself. Then turn on my heel to face the wall.

This could work for me...

"ok ill do it." I spin back around so I can look him in the eye. "On one condition. I want to talk to someone...I want to contact my family."

...........ZANE............

I waltz up the steps and head into the repair shop. The smell of grease and fresh tires fills my lungs.

"I'll be there in a minute!" I male voice yelled from the back of the garage. Soon a man around the age of 22 jogged my direction.

"I'm sorry for the delay. My names James Colburn. What can I do for you today?" He stuck a hand out for me to shake, his sleeves covered in grease stains.

"Ahhh! You must be Moriah's brother." I say playing dumb while I shake his hand. "The names Zane."

A small grin slipped on his face at the mention of his sister but then it faded as quickly as it came.

"She is actually why I came. Is there anyway I could talk to her?" I ask looking around the shop as if I thought she was here.

"No she isn't." He eyed me up and down. His eyes resting on my tattoo covering my right bicep and the leather vest on my shoulders. "If you don't mind me asking....what business do you have with my sister?"

"Well...I was recently in bad accident. Thanks to your sis I am able to stand here now. If it weren't for her I don't think we would be having this conversation. I owe her as just wanted to make sure she knew I appreciate her." I explained and bit the inside of my cheek as I realized how true my words were.