Legends

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: The library, Saint Charles

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Following Asher's example, Elena had found a job during the weekends. The library of Saint Charles had asked for a new employee, so now Elena was filling her weekends by putting books back on their shelves and checking the stock.

It wasn't her dream job, but it was quite fun and filled her days. Her feet hurt at the end of every day, but Asher would spoil her in the evening, so she didn't mind the pain. And maybe one day soon, she would be able to buy her own car.

As she was quietly rolling a cart filled with books to the right aisle, she tried not to push it over. It had happened before, but it had been so embarrassing, she never wanted to repeat it. Everyone had watched her as she broke the silence. Her cheeks had made her head look like a tomato and she wished she could disappear.

So she didn't roll the cart enthusiastically anymore. She rode it slow, but still at a normal pace.

Yes, these boring thoughts played her mind while working. Expect if she was walking past a book cover that looked great. She would pick it up and read what it was about. Then she could spend the rest of the day imaging the real story of the book.

She had arrived at the right aisle and stopped the cart – carefully. Going over the alphabet in her head, she figured out where to place the book she was holding before squeezing it in the row. Then she took the next book, but stiffened before she could lift it up.

A few steps away from her was a man, simply watching her. She recognized him quickly, because he looked a lot like Asher. They had the same light brown hair, the same nose and the same brown eyes. Only Mr. Singleton's held a dangerous glint.

She didn't know why he was here, or what he wanted, but he didn't approach her. He just watched her from a few feet away. She wanted to ask him if he needed anything, but she didn't dare to shout in the silent library.

So she moved the cart away and started walking toward him, but then his look got darker. She stopped in her tracks. She didn't know why, but Mr. Singleton scared her. Her heart started racing and her palms started sweating. Looking behind her, she realized no one could see them. And for some reason, that made her want to scream and run.

But she didn't, because who is afraid of their boyfriend's father? She should walk to him and ask him if he needed anything. Ask him why he was here. But for some reason, she found herself turning away from him and walking out of the aisle. She looked behind her, but Mr. Singleton stayed where he was, motionless like a statue.

Once she rounded the corner, she let out a breath of relief. Someone passed by her, which gave her the feeling of safety back. Whatever Mr. Singleton was doing at the library, she didn't know. But she also didn't feel like finding out.

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The couch Elena was sitting on was a very comfortable one. She didn't just know that because she was sitting on it right now, but because she had spent many hours on it, with Asher's arms around her. She grinned at the thought of the many make out session they had had on this couch.

Suddenly the door opened and Mr. Singleton entered the living room. Elena stiffened and carefully watched the man. He looked at her too, but quickly looked away and walked toward the dresser underneath the tv.

"When are you leaving Asher?" the man asked nonchalantly.

Before she could think it over, Elena responded: "never."

Mr. Singleton chuckled, but it didn't sound like he was really amused. "You have quite the gut to say that."

He opened the dresser, and very showily took out a gun. Elena stiffened at the sight of it. She never liked guns because they could kill. Yet a gun was not uncommon here. People used it to scare the birds off their land.