REDEMPTION (Book 1, Redemption Series)

Chapter 7: Crazy Say What?

Jonathan's POV.

A few minutes later, I was walking out of my favorite coffee shop down the street when some hooded stranger was about to bump into me, but I was fast enough to sidetrack them and save my coffee as I said. "Sorry dude," but I heard the stranger mutter. "Dude?" While I continued my journey to my destination.

"Your husband is a controlling nut job who can't take no for an answer. Do you know that, Mom? He's driving me crazy with his constant demands. I guess you already know that right? I mean, you married the guy." Chuckling at my own words, I placed the white lilies I'd gotten earlier on my mom's grave before sipping my coffee as I made myself comfortable while looking around the quiet cemetery.

Most people would talk about the creepiness of the cemetery and its lifelessness, I used to think so, too, until I lost my mom, and it became a place where I could just sit for hours and talk nonstop about everything and anything to my mother. Though I know she won't reply to anything I say, I'm content just talking to her and hoping she can hear me.

Talking to her relaxes me, even if it is just the littlest things like different
kinds of butterflies in the garden. However, the cemetery's atmosphere is a little odd today. There's a feeling of unease in the air, and it feels like I'm being watched by someone other than the dead. Without a doubt, I caught a glimpse of someone hiding behind a large tree adjacent to my current location.

Pretending I was not aware of their presence, I left the cemetery while walking towards the direction of the playground. I figured whoever it was wouldn't do anyone to me in a park full of people.

A few minutes later, I'd manage to disappear into a group of adults leading their kids towards the rollercoaster in the park while keeping a close look at the person following me.

The person stopped in the middle of the sandbox while looking in every direction in search of me, and I wondered, isn't that hair too long for a guy? The dude's even holding a purse; he must have gone through a lot of trouble to disguise himself as a woman... He must be a pickpocket kind of thief, then.

I stayed in the crowd as I contemplated my next move. They were getting close to the sandbox, and I recognized the stranger following as the hooded dude I almost bumped into earlier. Is he here for revenge? We were both at fault, and I apologized, right?

As the crowd was getting close to the dude's location, I brought out my pen while sneaking behind him as I placed it on his Adam's apple, and he shrieked not so manly, causing passersby to give us strange looks.

"Who are you? And why are you following me?" I asked him as I pressed the pen closer, and he shivered violently before exclaiming.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Who said I'm following you? And this is not a very polite way of treating a lady mister!" There is an accent behind her sass that I can't put my finger on as she talks. Wait! Lady? I suppose the long curly hair and the purse would make her a lady, but her physic and style of dressing say otherwise; that's one hell of a disguise, I thought as I let her go and stepped back in shock while taking a proper look at her and she huffs unhappily.