"Have you received any more white roses after that first evening?" Agent Callaway asks, breaking the silence.
After telling him about discarding one of the key pieces of evidence, the room had grown rather quiet. Everyone had been looking at me, attempting to comprehend why I would throw away something that important.
"Yes, almost every night," I half-whisper, not wanting to lie anymore. "A couple days ago, this came with the rose. It's the only physical message he's sent so far."
I pass the note to Callaway, who examines it carefully. Officer Jenkins' eyes narrow at me as he questions my words. "What do you mean by 'only physical message'?"
A panicking feeling rises to my throat as I try to figure out what to say. I can't tell them
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"No, that's it."
His eyes narrow. "Are you sure, Skylar?"
I nod quickly, "Yes."
Agent Callaway sighs and stands up, his posture slumped like he’s exhausted. "Make sure all of your windows are locked at night, and if he drops by again, let me know. I'll make sure I have agents assigned to watch over you and your mother, Skylar."
I nod again, pulling myself to my feet. I extend my hand for Officer Jenkins, and then Agent Callaway to shake. When Jenkins takes my hand, his grip is firm, and it almost crushes my fingers. The look in his eyes is unpleasant, and I try not to squirm under his gaze. It's almost as if he's trying to read my mind, unearth everything that I haven't told them. He seems almost too interested about what has gone on for the past few weeks, so intrigued that he had snapped at an FBI agent. Finally, his grip lessens and he mutters quietly, "We'll see you soon, Melanie."
By the neutral looks on everyone's faces, I can tell they didn't hear what he had said. I rip my hand away, giving him a small glare. My skin is still crawling from Jenkins' words when I shake Callaway’s
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"Skylar? I think we need to talk," she says quietly.
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Mom's 'talk' lasts for over two hours. She pries me for anything about my stalker that she should be concerned with, and I tell her the same thing I told the police. I’m not going to worry her any further than I already have. What I want to talk about with her is the day my stalker mentioned. What happened on that night that he wants me to know about…that is the real question. After a few minutes of silence, Mom finally lets me head up to my room when I finish talking about the roses for the fifth time.
By now, it's eight in the evening, and I'm almost too tired to stand. This past night, I was up until six in the morning, too frightened to even close my eyes. Images of my stalker trying to enter my room have never stopped flashing in my mind since it had happened.
After checking the lock on the window at least three times, I climb into bed, pulling the covers over my face as I always used to as a child.
No nightmares…no nightmares.
Closing my eyes, I drift off into a deep sleep.
Caspar: (looks puzzled) Umm. I hate to break it to you Syb but I didn’t get you any flowers. So where the hell you get them from?
When Booker grinned back, he relaxed slightly. “Don’t apologize,” the dark-haired officer murmured, and taking Tom’s cold fingers in his, he gave them a reassuring squeeze. “Just keep looking at me and it’ll be over before you know it.”
I peered my head over into kitchen where the group dismantled into different sides of the room and were having discussions. Riker caught my gaze and paused his conversation with Ross. Riker stepped towards me, Ross biting at his heels. Could it be possible they both knew what had unfolded? I slouched back over to the
"Ava... Ava." I hear my name being called and I groan at the intrusion of my sleep. I turn over to my side and bring the blankets up, covering my face completely from the morning sun.
“Will the two of you be so kind as to relay your recent findings to us?”
Tell them that you’re serious and tell them please listen closely because it’s important. Get to a point on what you’re saying, and make it interesting.
My eyes open in a flash, and I’m welcomed by the darkness of my room. The nightmares still happen, and has been for two years. I can’t forget that day, for it still burns in my head.
“You would have figured it out if we had stayed,” Charles said. “I could tell by your aura when you were examining the graffiti, you were trying to decipher the meaning.”
Donovan had lapsed into silence too, staring out the window. She worried he was concerned about the meeting to come. She reached out and touched his hand. He flashed his eyes at her. She did not read the worry she expected but a boyish humor.
“Gerald, I would much rather you talk to Mrs. Barnes. There is something about her that messes with my mind, I’ll be happy to see Mrs. Lucas, “Detective Johnson said, picking up his keys ready to leave.
"Another officer will be in here in a few moments, hold it in." Julia gave up the act. Well there goes her only plan, the officer didn't trust her as much as he thought. She sat in the chair, trying to think of another plan, for a few more moments. Another officer walked in through the door.
“Yes. I will provide all the supplies and transportation you need to leave here safely, including the information you want, but in return you must cut all ties with my son and your friends,” Samuel offers.
You already know what awaits you. You feel alone. You were not left behind…unwilling to speak and fight. Unable to open your eyes. Face your tormenter. You are so unsure of yourself. Here I’ve always stood, unable to tell what I have been trying to say, all these years. I am trying to save you. Please, open your eyes. It may hurt, but you need the truth…even when it hurts. Pleeeaasssseeeeee…” and the voice faded as I woke up for real, feeling refreshed. I squinted and saw a light. Twisting and turning my head and back to figure out where I was, I realized I was sitting in front of my partner, Russell
I turn away from “reassuring” Len. If I don’t I know I’ll burst out yelling at him and then they might hear. Whoever “they” are.
“Blake listen to me. As long as I’m around I’m not going to let anything happen to you okay?” Jack reassures me. He crouches down to pull me into his embrace. “Okay first thing you’re going to do is pack up our luggage.” He pulls my small body up with his. I barely manage to nod. “When you’re finished we’ll go to my place and I’ll pack.”