Chapter 3. Fleeing The Crime Scene

What the f*ck? What the f*ck was going on?

My body was shaking and I felt like I was cemented to the seat. My heart was racing as if I was being chased by a wild animal. But in this case, I don’t think I was even overreacting.

This wasn’t anxiety about something like public speaking or walking up to talk to someone new. This was life or death!

I had literally just watched this guy end someone’s life; shooting them five freaking times! In public! Like it was nothing!

What have I gotten myself into?

I kept staring at him while he took us away from the crime scene. On our way, a few police cars sped past us, heading to where it all had happened.

The man looked unnervingly calm. He had a satisfied smile on his face as he drove us to god-knows-where. “Are you okay, my love?”

I didn’t even know how to respond to that, but I knew that I was most definitely not okay. I was far from that. But I was trying to figure out what to do.

Was screaming for help going to help, or was it just going to make this guy pissed?

Even if I was going to scream, no one was going to hear me but him. We were going so many miles per hour. It was a miracle that those police cars had not stopped when they had passed us.

“Talk to me, Moon000,” he said when I didn’t respond. He peeled his eyes off me and focused on the road.

I tried to speak, I really did this time. But then I felt something warm slide down my face. Tears. They were tears.

I was not ready to die, I had my mom to take care of. If I get killed, she won’t have anyone. So if anything, I needed to make sure that I stayed alive. No matter what it was going to take.

“Where are you…where are you taking me?” I managed to get the words out.

“I told you, right? We talked about it, we’re going to my place.”

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my body from shaking so damn hard. I forced a smile as I wiped my tears from my face with the back of my hand. “Okay.” My voice was the smallest it has been.

I kept quiet and kept my eyes on him for the rest of the ride. And it didn’t take long, we came to a stop at a huge house. The gates opened automatically and he drove us to a stop next to other luxurious cars.

He killed the engine, let out a long sigh and locked eyes with me. “So scared,” he whispered. “You’re so scared.”

“I just watched you kill an innocent man, of course I’m scared,” I replied in a low tone.

He chuckled, running his hand through his perfect hair. “Innocent? Oh please, dear. That man was far from innocent.” He then peeled his eyes off me and took off his seatbelt, proceeding to open the door and getting out of the car.

My eyes immediately went to the ignition, praying that the key was going to be there. But it wasn’t. “F*ck,” I cursed under my breath.

A tap on the window caught my attention and I saw that it was him. He gestured for me to step out of the car and I did. I didn’t want to do anything to upset him; I couldn’t afford to do that.

I opened my side of the car and stepped out. I needed to find a way to get out of here, but no ideas were coming to mind.

I followed him towards the huge house, the full moon looking down on us. Once we reached the front porch, the door was opened for us by a man in a suit; maybe it was the butler.

I walked behind the guy tentatively, scared out of my mind.

“Give him your phone,” My date said to me without looking at me.

Sh*t, there goes my chance to call 9-1-1.

I did as I was told and followed the guy down a hallway that led to a side of the house that was lighted entirely by the full moon’s glow.

If it was any other situation, it would have been magical, but right now, it just looked beyond creepy.

I finally stopped, growing the courage to ask him, “what do you want from me?”

He stopped too, turning to face me with a soft smile. “All I want is a chance with you, Jules. After four months of us talking, I think you’re the love of my life.”

He knew my real name. But that was not the scariest part, the scariest part was the fact that he had just said he was in love with me.

“You barely know me,” I replied before scoffing faintly.

“Four months, Jules. We have talked everyday for four months. I know you.”

I chuckled nervously. “Can you please just let me go?” I begged, more tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

He watched me…no, he stared at me for a few very long seconds before responding, “There’s no way that I’m ever letting you go, my love.”

“Please,” I replied, my voice breaking as I went to my knees. “I’m begging you, I can’t die. I have my mother to take care of.”

“Oh, I know.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I know everything there is about you, dear.” He smiled. Then he took a few steps towards me, helping me to my feet.

I felt like he was in control and that I should do whatever he wanted if I wanted to stay alive. “Please…” Tears ran down my face freely.

“I know about what your dad did to you and your mom. He was the reason your life went to sh*t, he ruined it all. He’s the reason your mom’s health declined so fast. He’s the reason you’re the way you are. And he deserved what he got.”

It took me a few seconds to catch onto what he was saying because I was taken aback by the fact that he knew all of this. “Wait…” I took a few steps away from him. “What do you mean he deserved what he got?”

“Jules…” his smile widened. “I took care of it for you. The man from earlier, that was your dad. He’s gone. He can’t hurt you anymore.”