Discover Soulmate: Taisla's Wrath (On Hold)

Funny Seeing You Here

Third Person

Eagerly, Drew slammed his door shut, leaning his back against the frame in distress. All he wanted was to mourn his girlfriend in peace and think of ways to obliterate Lucas. When his eyes fluttered open, a pissed off Imogen stood right in front of him with a bundle of paper in her hands.

Shit, the sudden memory of her urgent text message made its way to his mind. He had no motivation to argue with her over a misunderstanding. Drew sighed, his eyes reflecting a small glimpse of pain. In contrast, Imogen was sending daggers to him with her gaze.

"Why are you still here?" Drew somberly said.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why did you keep it a secret from me?" Imogen badgered him with questions. She clutched onto the articles of the murders facing them in his direction just in case he decided to keep his act going.

"Can we not do this right now? I'm having a terrible night," Drew complained, raking his hands through his unkempt hair.

"No! We are doing this now! All year long I came to you with leads and you made me feel like an idiot for having hope," Imogen shouted venomously, the anger brewing in her like a pot of tea.

A flash of annoyance rushed on his face as he stared at her with disbelief.

"You're an idiot," Drew snarled, still processing everything that happened only thirty minutes before. "We both were."

His mind was no longer an escape since all he could see were images of Nina's dead body. How he's supposed to explain to everyone important to her about her sudden disappearance. His body craved one thing-- a bottle of whiskey.

Ignoring Imogen's questions, he tried walking past her but was stopped by her hand. Drew was beyond irritated at this point but there was no stopping a determined Imogen.

"Can you tell me what you know," Imogen asked, her chocolate sparkling eyes boring into his dark ones.

"I think you should head home it's getting late," Drew said, his lips forming a straight line.

Imogen wanted to pull all her hair out from the frustration. All she wanted was her questions answered but he kept ignoring her. She will not stand by it and would keep tormenting him until she's satisfied.

"We're supposed to be in this together. Remember?" Imogen said, rigid with fury. "Why didn't you tell me you've been tracking Lorenzo's victims?" Her perfectly shaped eyebrows pinched together as she was losing her temper.

"Do you really want to know why?" Drew raged, his facial muscles twitching.

"I do!"

"Because they aren't Lorenzo's victims! Okay, Imogen, they are Lucas's," He yelled, feeling a weight lifting off from his chest since he admitted the truth.

Imogen glanced upwards, her mouth pursed but slightly open and loose. Her brows creased and her face tensed as she made sense of what exited his mouth. "What?" Her voice laced with disbelief.

"All those bodies left up and down our country are his victims," Drew explained.

"No, you're wrong," she argued, shaking her head not being able to wrap her mind around that insane idea.  

Drew strolled closer to her tense frame, harshing snatching the papers from her hands. "A blonde hair was left at the crime scene and the last time I checked Lorenzo wasn't blonde! Your little pretty boy isn't here anymore," he taunted.

"Stop it, Drew!" Imogen begged unable to keep her hands from trembling and the threatening urge to cry grew.

Drew latched onto her shoulder roughly, shaking her stunned frame. "No, you stop, Imi! Stop looking for him! Stop waiting for him to come back home! Just stop!" His frantic yelling scared her causing her body to rock upward. "Lucas is gone and he's never coming back! It's about time you face that."