Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“This home would be perfect for you!” exclaimed the house owner. “It has four bedrooms, two bathrooms and I just recently remodeled the kitchen!” 

I walked into the warm living room, it was very cozy and there are cute Halloween decorations hung up everywhere in the room. So many decorations that you can hardly see the violet painted walls! I took another step in as the home owner continues to talk

 “Oh and the neighborhood is so nice… Oh but that Mr. Jameson…. ” As she continued her fast chatting I walk around the house inspecting.

It really is a lovely home with its lovely violet walls and redwood floors. The floors are so new and clean that I can even see my own reflection.  There are windows everywhere, exposing the outdoors to me.

                                                Yes this place is perfect…

“How much are you selling the house for?” I turned and smiled at the lady. She stopped her fast chatting when she sees that I am looking directly at her now. 

“I am selling it for $100,000” she answered. 

“How soon do you think you could move out if I paid you in full now?” Her face shifts to a confused happiness. It took a moment of hesitation but she gave me a large smile “I could move out this weekend!” she shrilled, excitement booming from her.

“I’ll take it then!” I smiled back at her. She was basically jumping down and up.  

We shanked our hands and I told her I would send the money to her account. “Thank you soo much Ms. Ricksaw! And I hope to see you soon!”  

“Please, call me Emma” I smiled and waved to her goodbye as I walked away. Kevin wasn’t going to be happy, he had been wanting me to call ‘her’ or send ‘her’ and email about my whereabouts. LIKE. THAT. was going to happen….

I walked into the inn that I had been staying at and went up into my room. Right when I close the door to my room I hear a knocking at my door.

“Ms. Ricksaw, room service!”

I didn’t order any room service….

I grabbed one of the mugs next to the coffee maker and make my way towards the door and peep though the peep hole. There is a young man with the inn’s logo on his shirt. “I didn’t order any room service” I yell though the door towards him.

“It’s a gift from the inn madam” he looks directly at my peep hole. I still don’t move, my heart is beating faster.

                                                What if she’s found me… what if she knows I know…. 

I grip my mug harder and slowly unlock the door. If she’s sent someone after me, I should send a ‘message’ her way. I open the door slowly and give the man a smile. 

“A gift you say! Come right in!” I am smiling at him, not giving him the doubt that I may know what he is here to do. My heart is pounding.

The boy walks in, pushing the trolley carrying food plates. He moves to open the covered food and I shift over near the bed, still watching him. His expression changes, he quickly pulls a sharp object from under the covering!

He lunges at me and I roll over the bed to the over side! He’s holding a long sharp knife.

Yeah, that would suck to get cut by that… 

His structure changes into a more animalistic as he jumps over the bed to stab me. I throw the mug at him and jump off to the side and dodge his attack. He lunges for me again but this time I drop to the floor and kick up at his hand, causing him to drop the knife. I kick him in his stomach and it pushes him back. Causing him to hit is back at the edge of the bed and creating an unnatural arch.

I grab the knife and hold it to his throat. “Who sent you?!” I yelled in his face. We are so close I can feel his panted breath on my face. My heart is pounding as the adrenalin rushes though my veins. 

He’s staring at me with heated eyes of hate. “I will never tell you..” He gives me a mad smile. He kicks me in my chest, pushing me to the ground, and runs out the door… leaving the knife with me…

Chapter one

In my life I guess you can say that I can’t get too close to people. 

          I move a lot and I learned that making a connection with someone could become a downfall. It could make me feel sadness or make me wish that I didn’t have to leave them behind. I don’t let people get close to me because of this. Of course I am not an antisocial person, I do have friends, but I keep them at a good arm’s length . 

          My name is Emma Ricksaw, and this is my story.

          Like I said earlier, I move a lot and I don’t let myself become close to people or friends. I had just moved to Logan, Utah from France. Logan is a small city but the mountains and the fresh air reminded me of home. Well then again, my hometown is only a few hours away from Logan. But it feels nice to be somewhere familiar and yet somewhere away from my past life. I enjoy creating a new life for myself every time I move somewhere new.

          The weather is cool due to the chilled month of October falling a pond this world. I continued to walk down the side walk, walking past small stores and their cute Halloween decorations. The leaves being blown away by the wind and the vibrations my boots make when I walk. I go into one of the café’s I see around and set myself down while a waitress with curly blond hair comes by to take my order.

          It’s a beautiful day outside and I can’t help but to look out the window and watch the people drive by in their cars or walk on the sidewalks.

“You seem familiar, have we met?” a person with a thick Irish accent asks me. I turned my head to see who is asking. He has sea blue eyes and a lovely face with lovely features. I smile.

“Hello Kevin, I didn’t think you would be here” I answered, giving him my sly smile I knew he loved. He takes a seat a cross from me and gives me a light smile. Kevin is an old friend of mine, and the only person I can never seem to get rid of. He’s not a stalker but he always seems to know my next move, sometimes I swear he can read my mind.

“So, you do know that I moved away from France to get away from people I knew, right?” I asked him eyeing him. What the hell was he doing here? God I hope it isn’t because of her… The waitress comes by to give me my white moca and asks for Kevin’s order, he asks for the same.

“Emma, why aren’t you letting her know that you are here? Had things gotten so bad between you two that you had to run away?” He’s staring at me straight in the eye. I turn my head and continue on doing what I was doing before, people watching.

“It’s so beautiful this time of year isn’t it? The leaves are so beautiful! Can you believe how amazing the maintain view is? ” I turn my head back towards him, he’s annoyed. I take a sip of my coffee and smile. I love seeing him so annoyed; he always makes a cute face where his lips tense up.

“How are you enjoying Logan?” I ask adding sugar to my coffee.

“Emma. Why. Aren’t. You. In. France? “He basically spells out the sentence. He’s glaring at me with thoughs lovely eyes. Kevin turns his head to the waitress and accepts his coffee, giving her a smile. I wished I had met Kevin before having had met ‘her’. He is a lovely person. He notices that I am watching him and he stares right back at me.

“Let me just start a new life Kevin. The people here don’t know me, and it’s a beautiful place to live. I want the past to become history. “I am staring him the in his eyes, pleading with him.  He shakes his head in defeat.

“You know it won’t be long before she realizes that you are gone right? Before she starts to look for you? Emma, what happen?”

“I know, but for the moment she doesn’t know that I have left. I rather not talk about it. I am not even ready to admit to myself.”  I continue to make eye contact with him.

          Don’t think about it, clear your mind… Don’t cry…

We stay like that, watching each other. He moves is hand over mine. He understands. Kevin had never needed to know what was going on to know when a person is in pain. He takes his hand back from mine.

“You’re not wearing your ring.” He notes looking down at my hand. 

“If you knew what happen in the last few days, you would completely understand.” I said, I pull my hand under the table. We continue drinking our coffee.