Fractured

Chapter 22

His voice shakes and he repeats his question, his unreadable eyes finding my own. Before I could even ask how he knew her, he asked me.

"How do you know her?"

I paused breaking eye contact with him. I looked back out at the tree where I met the little girl and took a deep breathe. Snow blanketed the ground now and I knew my chances of finding her would be very slim but I couldn't help but to at least try and look for black hair against the white snow.

I looked back at Conner and he was already looking at me. Waiting for an answer.

"Well a while back I.."

He interrupted me. "How long ago?"

I thought about it. Well it was almost two months ago now.

"About two months ago."

He sighed and walked away from me. He was pacing the small space of our living room, I've never seen him this strung up. He was absentmindedly running his hands threw his hair as he paced, making his hair in some places stick almost strait up.

After a few minutes he finally stopped pacing and looked over at me. His eyes where worried?

"Did she.." He paused fumbling for his words. "Did she um.. Look okay?" He said in a worried voice he was trying to control his emotions, but there's only so much someone can hide.

I thought of the little girl and he matted black hair. The way her long hair swung behind her as she walked. The way she looked so hopefully broken at the same time. The suspected Crimson blood stains dotting her pink dress. The way she lifted up her dress to show me the bruises blossoming on her pale skin.

"No." I said my voice coming out more broken them I thought it would.

His eyes immediately flashed and in a matter of two seconds pure furry etched it's way across his face. I was confused, to say at the least. I didn't know who his anger was aimed at. Himself? Or me? I didn't want to know, but I got my answer too soon.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" His voice boomed in the small complex.

It became very clear who he was mad at, me.
I wanted to tell him about Scarlett, but how do you bring up something like that.
It's very hard.
It was very hard. I was afraid how he would react. I knew there was a slim chance he knew Scarlett and who I was talking about but that slim chance gave me a big enough excuse as to not bring it up.

"Well?" He questioned his anger boiling over now.

I tried to think of a way to get threw to him with the least way to make him lash out anymore.

"I tried, I really did but that's not something I ca..."

He interrupted me again.

"The hell you tried you f..."

This time it was my turn to interrupt him.

"Don't finish that sentence unless you..."

He interrupted me again. My frustration grownig the more and more.

"Or you'll what?" He questioned me while stalking over to where I was standing.

He towered over me, nearly a foot taller than I was. I tried my best to look intimidating, but it was really hard and just mad him more mad.

His eyes flashed of pure anger. And my frustration became terror. His eyes flashed blue, the color of Noah's, his black hair turned blonde.

Noah isn't here.
He's not here. I tried to convince myself.
But this time it didn't work.