Wicked Bad Boys

by Bella Love-Wins

He laughed, sidestepping the ball. “I just meant, mature against more mature.”

  She snickered. “That’s better.”

  “I like your mom’s suggestion better,” his dad replied. “Kevin and me against Tara and Janine.”

  Tara groaned beside him and tensed up.

  “But…” Kevin argued.

  “Kevin, dear, are you afraid of getting whooped by two females?”

  He had never thought he’d hear his mom say whooped, but that had nothing to do with it.

  “I just thought this way it would be more even.”

  His mother rolled her eyes. “That’s a copout and you know it. Tara, let’s show these boys how females can dominate.”

  He shot a look at Tara, but her fearful expression was replaced with a smile. “You’re on,” she said, high-fiving his mother.

  Kevin shook his head. It would be a game to remember.

  “You know the rules,” his dad started. “There are no rules. Just have fun and score as many touchdowns as you can. The game is over when the losing team forfeits. Or when the first bone is broken.”

  Tara flinched in surprise.

  “Just kidding!” He pulled a coin from his pocket. “Heads or tails, Tara?”

  “Heads,” she said.

  He caught the coin and removed his hand to see the women had the advantage. Again, Tara and his mom high-fived each other.

  “Don’t get too excited. You’re going down,” Kevin warned in a light-hearted tone. The game was on.

  * * *

  Tara caught the ball Janine tossed. She cradled it in her arms and carefully ran down the length of the yard, dodging Kevin and his father. It was getting dark, and she was about to claim her sixth touchdown. The game had gone better than she ever could have expected. She was close to the goal, but then felt two arms around her waist, and next thing she knew, she was on the ground. She went flying face-first, and had the wind knocked out of her as the hard body landed on top of her. She rolled over, breathlessly laughing.

  “Kevin, you really wanted to stop me from getting that goal. Geez!”

  “Are you all right?”

  She knew he hadn’t meant to be so forceful, but she had to tease him anyway.

  “I don’t know. I might’ve bruised something,” she replied, groaning.

  “I might have to check you out from head to toe,” he joked.

  He leaned down to kiss her, just as she pictured his parents watching them. “Your parents…” she whispered.

  His eyes widened and he jumped up, pulling her to her feet. She turned to them to find they were intently gazing at their son and Tara’s interaction.

  “Um…” Kevin began, but then his parents started laughing.

  “I say the game’s over,” his dad commented. “We lost, son…badly.”

  “Who’s brawling now, boys?” his mom shouted.

  Tara was giddy. She couldn’t wait until their next family Foot-Brawl. She and Kevin went inside, leaving his parents out in the backyard.

  “And you were so reluctant about playing.” He snickered. “You killed it out there.”

  He sat down on the couch and pulled her onto his lap.

  “Chalk it up to beginner’s luck.”

  “Right!” He gently massaged the back of her neck with his thumb. “You were amazing. Now let’s go up to my room for a quickie before the folks come back inside.”

  * * *

  Jake moved away from his hiding spot at the tree line beside the fence. Watching their two hour game had irritated him even more. With the game over, he raised his hoodie and snuck around to the front of the house under the cover of darkness, walking back to the car he’d hot-wired from a parking lot at the edge of town earlier that week. It was the perfect time of year to borrow a vehicle. He could get it back to the lot before anyone noticed it was gone, because everyone was traveling or celebrating with family. Everyone except him.

  From his parked car up the street, he turned back to look at the house. In all his years, he couldn’t remember seeing his family cultivating such a deep bond.

  They’ve forgotten about you! The other voice in his head called out as he sat in the car.

  He closed his eyes. “That isn’t true,” he muttered. “They love me, and this is the only way they can move on. Deep down they’re an emotional mess.”

  The voice laughed, taunting him. You are a loser and they’re better off without you.

  “Stop it!” he moaned, holding his temples and urging the words to vanish.

  He jumped out of the car, trying to escape the voices locked inside his head. As he bolted farther away from the house, he collided into a man walking his dog.

  “Excuse you,” the man said gruffly.

  He almost fumbled, but then turned around and looked at the man walking away. Are you going to let him get away with that? Another voice chimed in his head.

  He shook his head. There was no way he would stand back and let someone else walk all over him. He mattered, and everyone needed to realize that. He threw up his hoodie and went after the man, following him until he passed a thick grove of trees.

  “I matter,” he mumbled.

  It was about time people knew not to mess with him.

  Chapter 13

  Kevin jerked out of a peaceful sleep. They had fallen asleep upstairs, after the game with his parents. He woke up to the wail of sirens approaching.

  “Tara…” He shook her, but the only sound she made was a soft moan. “Tara…wake up,” he said a little louder.

  The sounds of an emergency vehicle grew closer, and then died out somewhere near their house. She opened her eyes, disoriented from being pulled out of such a deep sleep.

  “Something’s going on,” he said.

  She sat up, accepting his outstretched hand so they could check it out. They went downstairs and out the front door to find three police cars, an EMS van, and a coroner’s vehicle parked at the opposite end of their street.

  “What’s that about?” she asked, looking at the commotion and the growing crowd.

  “Wait here,” he mumbled.

  He walked up the street, forging through the darkness, not realizing he’d left his coat behind. When he reached the small crowd gathered at the caution tape, he saw a gurney with a body being carried out of the woods. A black sheet covered the body as it was lifted into the back of the coroner’s van. He saw Mr. Johnson, an elderly widower who lived in one of the houses near the woods, and approached him.

  “Hi, Mr. Johnson. Do you know what’s going on?” he asked.

  “Two teenagers took a shortcut through the woods and discovered a body. I’m not sure exactly what happened, or what they saw, but they came screaming out of there. I was in my backyard cleaning up the barbecue from our Thanksgiving dinner, and I called the police. That’s all I know.”

  “Okay. Thanks, sir.” He spotted Officer Jessup. She didn’t notice him, so he hurried back to his house.

  Unease was written all over Tara’s face. He closed the door and glanced at her, not prepared to tell her what he had discovered.

  “So, what’s going on?” she inquired.

  “Another body.”

  “Jake?” Her voice was barely a whisper, and her eyes were wide with fright.

  He couldn’t bring himself to tell her Officer Jessup was at the scene. It seemed clear the murders were related, but the less he said…the better. He didn’t want her to worry about anything else.

  “We’ll have to wait to find out.”

  Thankfully, the ruckus hadn’t roused his parents, who had fallen asleep cuddling in the living room. He grabbed Tara’s hand and led her back upstairs. He wasn’t going to let her go home alone until morning. It wasn’t safe anymore.

  * * *

  Kevin didn’t sleep much, his mind racing with what might happen next. He saw Tara stirring next to him and glanced at her. She’d finally fallen back asleep after one in the morning. He hoped she’d had enough sleep.

  “Good morning,�
� he said.

  “Good morning. What time is it?”

  He glanced at the clock. “After nine. Did you get much sleep?”

  “As much as I could,” she answered, pulling herself up. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

  He felt the same way. “I wish we could go back in time and pass that stupid Zoology class. You have no idea how much I keep wishing for that…for us.”

  “I keep thinking this will all be a nightmare,” she admitted. “I’ll wake up and discover none of it really happened. Then, I’m hit with reality. This is real and we’re living it and—”

  “It’s all my fault,” Kevin told her.

  “We’ve been through this before, Kev. It’s not, and I don’t blame you.”

  “You should,” he whispered. “If we weren’t here, maybe none of this would have happened. And we wouldn’t be stuck in this hell.”

  “Kevin. That if is a big one. We don’t know what would or wouldn’t happen given different circumstances, and I’m willing to take my chances, because I love you.”

  She ran her hand over his cheek and smiled. It seemed genuine, but he had a hard time believing there was not even the least bit of doubt in her words.

  “Let’s go find some breakfast. I’m starved.”

  Before they could get to the bottom of the stairs, there was a loud knock on the front door.

  “Want to put the kettle on?” he asked, heading down the hall. “I’ll get the door.”

  He swung it open and was not surprised to see Jessup and Grayson.

  “Hello. Come on in,” he said, ushering them inside.

  It was only a matter of time before they showed up, but he had not expected it to be the very next day.

  “Good morning,” Officer Jessup replied, then turned to Tara and nodded in greeting. “Are your parents at home?”

  Kevin walked to the foot of the steps and called up to them.

  “Mom…Dad…you have company.” He went back to where the police officers were waiting. “What’s this about?”

  “We’ll explain when your parents get down here,” Officer Grayson answered.

  “Would you like to take a seat?” Kevin asked, gesturing to the living room. They followed him to the room and sat down. A moment of tense silence followed.

  Tara came out from the kitchen and offered them coffee, but they refused. She took a spot close to Kevin, squeezing his hand for comfort. It was awkward. They just sat there, eyeing him, not saying a word. When he heard his parents coming down the steps, he relaxed a little.

  His dad entered the living room, and an angry expression crossed his face when he saw their visitors.

  “What are you doing here?”

  His mom placed her hand on his back to calm him down.

  “We just have a few questions for you,” Officer Jessup replied calmly. “For starters, have you seen your son Jake?”

  “No!” Kevin’s father hollered.

  Officer Jessup tilted her head. “Not at all?”

  “I can answer that,” Kevin interrupted. “None of us have seen him. Why don’t you tell us why you’re questioning that…again?”

  His parents sat in the two empty seats as Officer Grayson explained.

  “A dark sedan was spotted outside your house. It was reported stolen this morning, and a couple of witnesses confirmed they saw it parked on this street last night. Do you know if your son was driving a stolen vehicle?”

  “We didn’t see Jake at all yesterday,” Kevin replied. “Anyone could have parked on this street. It doesn’t mean Jake had anything to do with it.”

  He was surprised he was still defending his brother.

  Officer Jessup nodded. “True.”

  “What’s this really about?” his dad asked.

  Officer Grayson spoke up. “There was a murder on the street last night. The body was found in the woods by two teenagers. Marcus Grigsby had a gunshot wound to the head and burn marks on his chest. This stolen vehicle was spotted a few houses from here. We are trying to track down every lead, just to be sure it was in fact a coincidence.”

  “Gunshot?” Kevin asked. “That’s different, right? How do you know it’s the same killer?”

  “We’ve reason to believe the gun belonged to Charles Warner, the security guard found at Chesapeake Park. You don’t know anything about it?”

  Kevin shook his head, as did the others in the living room.

  “Okay. We’re finished for now, but if you hear from Jake Crawford, be sure to contact us.”

  “We will,” his dad responded for the group.

  Tara, Kevin, and his mom stayed seated as his dad led the officers to the front door. The door slammed shut and his father’s voice rose.

  “How could he do this to the family, Janine?”

  Kevin walked to where his parents stood in the foyer. His dad was livid. His mom reached out to him, but he pulled away.

  “I need some fresh air.” He stormed through the house, and out the back door.

  His mom turned around and hurried up the stairs. They were stretched so thin, emotionally. It was hard for him to watch.

  “There you have it,” Kevin mumbled. “The real Crawford family.”

  * * *

  It took a while, but Kevin’s dad finally came back inside. He went up the stairs and their bedroom door closed, signaling they were having a serious conversation.

  “You know,” Tara began, “you have blamed yourself for what’s going on, but I’ve come to a conclusion.”

  “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

  “It’s my fault.” The moment she said the words, he turned to face her. A tear fell down her cheek, because of all the pent-up fears she’d been concealing.

  He brushed the tear away. “This is absolutely not your fault.”

  “Yes…it is,” she continued. “Hear me out. We’ve been looking at this the wrong way. Jake has some delusion he is in a relationship with me.”

  “He loves you,” Kevin corrected her.

  “Whatever,” she said. “He has this delusion something is meant to happen between us. I’m the problem. All these deaths have occurred because of me. An employee from one of my former jobs died, the man who bullied me all through grade school was killed. I became friends with Amy and she was murdered, we were at the state park and a tent I should’ve been sleeping in was trashed, someone a few spots down from us died…don’t you get it? These are all people I one way or another have been associated with.”

  “They’ve been associated with us,” he argued. “You can’t take on all this blame.”

  “You never worked at Richard’s Bakery. That wasn’t your tent he destroyed.”

  “Listen to yourself. If he loves you, why would he want to hurt you? He knew you weren’t in that tent. He could’ve done it for any reason. We may never know.”

  He put his hand on hers, but she pulled away. A pained expression crossed his face.

  “Don’t do this.”

  “How can I not do this?” she asked. “I came over for Thanksgiving supper, had a wonderful time, and I appreciate everything you and your family did to make that day special. For all we know, Jake stood outside and watched us. He could be anywhere, and I’m not going to stand back and let him hurt you or your parents.” She stood up. “I can’t do that.”

  “What are you doing?” Kevin jumped up and grabbed her hand. Again, she pulled away. “Tara, you aren’t walking away from this relationship to try to protect me.”

  “I’m walking away from this relationship so I can protect us both. We don’t know what Jake will do, but we do know he’s dangerous and capable of unthinkable things. I can’t stand back and give him more ammunition.”

  “Tara. Don’t do this.”

  He placed his hand on her neck and drew her closer to him. His breath hovered over her skin, as he got close enough to brush up against her.

  “We can get through it. We can get through anything,” he whispered.

  He pressed his lips to hers an
d even though she believed him, she pulled away.

  “Things will be better this way.”

  “Tara…” he shouted.

  The desperation was clear in his voice as she turned to pick up her purse and coat and hurried out the door. He continued to call after her, but she didn’t stop until she was in her car. Tears trailed down her face as she drove away from the house.

  Chapter 14

  Kevin didn’t sleep all night. Every time his eyes closed, he awoke to some memory of Tara. He tried calling her and texting numerous times, expecting her to eventually answer, but he received no return texts and heard the same recording over and over again. He began to suspect she had turned the phone off and would never return his calls.

  When the sun finally peeked through his window, he sat up in bed. He had his day figured out, and he knew he had to see her, but first, he had to keep her safe. He took a shower, got dressed, and was out the door without coffee or breakfast. This was more important.

  He drove to the police station, practicing the words he would say to them. When he pulled into the parking lot, he jumped out of the car and ran up to the door. He reached the desk, where a woman was on the phone. He tapped his finger on the smooth wood surface, impatiently waiting for her attention. She gave him a dirty look, and then hung up the phone.

  “May I help you with something?” The irritation in her voice was palpable.

  “I need to speak with Officer Jessup or Officer Grayson.”

  She looked down at the phone. “I’ll see if they’re available. What’s your name?”

  “Kevin Crawford.”

  She dialed up a number and waited for someone to answer.

  “Yeah, I have a Mr. Crawford here to see you. Are you available?” She looked him up and down. “Kevin,” she replied. “Okay, I’ll let him know.” She hung up the phone and gestured to the waiting area. “Have a seat. Officer Jessup will be out in a minute.”

  Kevin sat down and watched as two police officers escorted a handcuffed man through a set of doors, and another officer talked to a woman wearing thick Goth make-up and numerous piercings on her face. Her left arm was covered in tattoos and she spoke to the officers in a high-pitched, yet commanding voice. He shivered; he wouldn’t want to get caught in an alley with her.