Werewolf In Harlem

Chapter Twelve:

Sweet home Harlem

School was finally finished. After all her hard work the last few months - tests/exams and projects - Liz couldn't be happier that it was finally over for this year. Well, that was a lie. She could be happier if she wasn't stressing about Dave. But she's been brushing him off for a while now.

See, the thing with Max really freaked her out. He's been missing for months now and no one has heard a thing. Not his parents or anyone. She was a hundred percent certain that Dave killed him.

Star did make some valid points as to why he did it, and Liz wasn't a dummy. She knew that he'd killed before. So why did she feel so afraid? Why did she feel like if given the right motive he would kill her too? Even though deep down she knew he wouldn't, that small inkling of fear just kept bugging her.

Her and Dave still talked. He called every day, but it was hard for her to not ask him what she wanted to so badly. And she was terrible at hiding it from him. He knew she was acting different and asked her about it but she just brushed it of. Which pissed him off for some reason.

So now here she was out front of his office door ready to talk. Because this tension between them was not easy on her. And she hated that she made him upset.

The music was practically incoherent up here so she didn't have to knock hard for him to hear her. She placed three raps on the door and waited for him to open it. It didn't take long before the door swung open. He didn't even look surprised to see her. He didn't look happy either though.

"Hey David." She said giving him a small smile.

"Melissa. Come in."

He stepped to the side and let her pass. It's been a while since she'd seen it and that was only one time. When he shut and locked the door she felt way more nervous than she did before she knocked.

The view from up here was beautiful. Seeing all the people made her feel like a God. She guessed this was what he felt all the time.

He went to poor himself a shot of patron and she sat on the couch waiting for him to look at her. He was avoiding eye contact.

"Can I ask you something?" She might as well dive head first if she wanted answers.

"Yeah. I'll never lie to you, lil one." He said throwing back the shot and pouring another one.

"I just really need to know. Cause dammit it's been buggin' me this whole time. Did you...did you do something to Max? I haven't seen him since he came to my room and you chased after him." When he didn't immediately answer she kept going. "I ain't no dummy. I know your past and even better I know you. I know how protective you are and you would go as far as need be to protect the ones you care about. And you care about me."

"I do."

"So just tell me the truth. I need to hear it come from you."

"What would that solve? If he's dead or somethin' else happened it ain't gonna bring him back."

"Are you tellin' me you killed him?"

"Miss him that much huh?" He laughed mirthlessly. Shit was anything but funny.

"That's not it and you know it."