Her Wendigo Chapter 2

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Jake was mad. His anger was fueled by his confusion. What was all this? Why was Lia so secretive? And where the hell could she have gone around this corner? There was no where to fucking hide. The homeless man along was wall was just as confused when he asked him where he saw her go. He saw no women, only Jake. He walked back to his car. His hands fisted and released and fisted again.

Why is he so mad?

Wait. Jake stopped in his tracks and looked up to his window. She left her stuff.

On quick feet he rushed up the stairs to his apartment. He could hear his loud steps thud through the halls and pounce loudly on the stairs. By the time he reached it his breath was ragged. Unlocking the door he rushed in and looked to the couch.

Lia's bag was gone and his window was wide open, letting in wind through the curtains.

Taking a seat he rubbed his face. Cursing under his breath he looked back to the couch again to see if there was anything new. His hope for something different when he opened his eyes was rather foolish. He considered himself very foolish right then. He got up and walked around the counter to get a beer from his fridge. When he opened it he was surprised to see that the inside of his fridge was spotless. He looked up an down it and saw all his stuff was reorganized, giving it more room.

God damnit.

Walking back to his swivel chair he took a seat and sighed. Just as he was about to take his first sip he couldn't help but to glance to the couch again. Putting his beer down he got a better look this time. Leaning forward he squinted his eyes, at the foot of the couch there was a small corner of some picture poking out from under the couch.

Letting go of his beer, he walked over to the end of the couch. He walked as if any sudden movement would scare the paper away. Reaching out he grabbed the corner and pulled it from underneath the couch. Looking down at it he studied it.

It was Lia. She was all dolled up in a dress with her hair up. She wore a sundress with vibrant red roses and dark green vines. Her hair was in two braids that ran down in front of her shoulders. She wore simple lace shoes with funky striped socks that almost reached her knees. It was a strange combination but it emphasizes her innocence. She looked beautiful and mature, but with her short height, small shoulders, large eyes, she looked so delicate. Jake frowned when he looked closer. She looked unwell, underweight possibly too. With how ill she looked it was hard to tell if her smile was forced or not.

And next to her was a man.

He stood there towering over her. He must definitely be taller than Jake. His arm was wrapped possessively around her waist, bring her closer to him. Jake didn't like the look on his face. He was smiling, but there was something off about it. He didn't just look happy but dark. Jake stood up from straight with the picture still in his hand. The more he looked at it the more he got uncomfortable, no, more fearful.

Flipping it over, Jake saw a small written note on it.

"My little rose."

Sounds a little possessive don't you think? He looked back out the window. Walking towards the window, he shut it gently. Then he looked back to the picture.

Is this who Lia was waiting for when Jake found her on the sidewalk. Jake breathed out as he sat back on his chair. This man looks strong enough to create that scrape on her head. Damian must be his wendigo.

Jake frowned again. He should have driven her right to the police station. He's such a fucking idiot.

The rest of the day he spent his time running errands anything to keep his weekend busy. He wanted to just get back to work so he could be distracted. When he got home he cleaned what Lia didn't, which as Jake started to realize, there wasn't much left to clean.