After Lizzie left, I wasn’t sure what to do.
Nervous, scared energy began to fill me so much that I had to find something to do with myself…I got up and started pacing the room.
I didn’t know what the protocol was for a situation like mine.
Do I turn myself in? Or wait for the police to find me?
I gave some serious thought to reporting myself. I even dialed the police station…
…but as soon as someone answered, I hurried and ended the call.
I knew that if my secret was out…it would completely ruin my already strained relationship with Lizzie. She was my only friend.
But then I realized that it was already over. I couldn’t continue to face her…knowing what I might have done to her husband.
I had to be smart about this whole thing. Getting myself arrested didn’t seem like the best way to solve anything. Even if I was locked away…I’d still be a danger to everyone around me.
My bigger issue was how to keep what happened to Dray from ever happening again. I needed to find an alternate food source to keep my dark side at bay. I pulled out the book that I had taken from the library.
I scoured the pages looking for any and everything that could help me.
It took a while, but I eventually stumbled upon something that gave me hope…I could possibly be cured.
The second thing I needed to do was to settle my mind and try to find out for sure if I was actually the one that murdered my best friend’s husband.
I knew that it was risky, but I waited until nightfall, retraced my steps from the night before, and returned to the alley.
For all I knew…the police could still be watching the area, but I hoped that going back to the alley would help to jar my memory of what happened that night.
I looked around, but there was no evidence to show that the area had ever even been a crime scene. I expected to see crime scene tape…police markers – anything to indicate that a life had been lost. I began to think that maybe this was the wrong alley.
My thoughts were interrupted by a voice behind me, “Miss…is everything okay?”
My breathing came in short ragged successions as I attempted to gather myself in order to reply. “I…I…I’m fine, thanks.”
I finally figured that this wasn’t a police officer. I was now a bit irritated by his intrusion. “How do you know that I’m not the threat?”
I couldn’t believe that this guy was able to sneak up on me. I was sort of missing my ability to hear heartbeats. I wanted him to leave me the hell alone, so I turned around to tell him in a not-so-nice way, “Why the hell do you –”
The last word got lost somewhere between my vocal cords and my mouth after I turned around and got a good look at him.
