Chapter 5: Good girl

Amelia's POV

"What are you going to school for, Amelia?", he asked. I assumed to keep me engaged. "I'm studying for my license to become a master electrician", I answered tiredly. "Really? Well, I know plenty of people who could use an electrician. Myself included", he said lightly. 

"You'll have to set me up with them. There's so many hours I have to dedicate to volunteer work before they will give me my license", I uttered, my eyelids drooping. "Like clinicials?", he questioned, pulling into my drieway. "Yes", I nodded meekly. I didn't question how he knew where I lived. He is, after all, the Chief of Police. He jumped out and came around to the passenger side.

"I want to do a sweep of your house", he said, placing his hand on his gun as we approached my door. A familiar chill ran up my spine in the cool night air. I peered around at the empty dark street. 

"That's fine. But, I'm not staying out here by myself", I shivered, looking back at him. He slowly nodded his head in agreeance as he studied my face. 

I took my keys out of my bag and unlocked the front door. The Chief's presence engulfed my being, like he was shielding me from the street. Once we were inside, I waited as the Chief locked my deadbolt and unholstered his weapon. 

"Stay behind me, and stay close", he instructed, moving me behind him. "Yes sir", I murmured sliding a finger through one of his belt loops. 

I tailed behind him, as he did a complete walk-through of my parent's two-story victorian style home. The one that I am in the middle of remodeling. "It's all clear", he finally announced. "Thank you", I said, shyly, placing my bag on the kitchen counter. 

"Do you have a gun, Amelia?", he asked as he holstered his weapon. Every time he says my name a warmth spreads around me. I shook my head. "My parents weren't big believers in guns", I answered honestly. "We need to change that", he sighed worriedly. 

His phone buzzed in his pocket, cutting our conversation short. He pulled his phone out and looked over the screen. "Your night watch is here", he informed me, as he slid his phone back in his pocket. My heart and mind were all over the place, completely discombobulated by all the events of the day, by the fact that I have a mid-term test tomorrow, and by the feelings that the Chief is stirring up inside of me. 

I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth and nodded my head slowly, as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Thank you, Chief", I whispered. "Jaxon", he corrected. I looked up at him in confusion. "Call me Jaxon, Amelia. Until this man is caught, you and I will be becoming good acquaintances", he half-grinned. 

My heart skipped at the sight of his grin. I couldn't help but stare at him. Every thing about this man screamed protective, screamed safe, screamed deadly. "Good night, Amelia. Call me if there are any issues", he said, handing me his business card. "I will", I assured him, taking the card. 

I walked behind him as he headed towards my front door. "Make sure you lock this behind me", he instructed, peering over his shoulder at me. I flashed him a soft smile. "That's why I'm walking you out", I grinned. "Good girl. See you tomorrow", he said, walking out the door. Not before he took a moment to admire the state of stunness he left me in with his praise. 

I took a deep breath as the latch clicked closed. I reached up and deadbolted the door, and even slid the chain on. I took my time in the shower, attempting, desperately to wash away the memories. The feeling of his nasty fingers on my skin. 

They intensified instead. The attack flashing through my mind like a sick, twisted horror movie. Over and over. By the time I got out of the shower, my feet were dragging. I was out before my head even hit the pillow.