Predator - A Stand Alone Suspense Romance

by Horst, Michelle

  I don’t know what to do. What if I’m pregnant? What will I do?

  Instead of mulling over all the dark memories, I now chew over questions I have no answers for.

  I look over the row I’ve just scuffled. We did it already? I’m so screwed up. I can’t even think straight.

  “We did it two days ago. Today we plant tomato and potato seeds.”

  I get up and dust my hands off and then walk over to where all the packets of seeds are.

  I glance over my shoulder and fear ripples through me as I see a man coming towards me. I rush over to the packets of seeds. I don’t see the pictures, the words – I just move closer to the bench and take hold of the garden scissors – a weapon.

  “This here is Jason,” Annie says proudly. I don’t loosen my grip on the scissors. They’ll have to pry it from my dead hands.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you miss … ahh…” he leaves it open and they both wait.

  I turn slowly keeping my eyes on his feet. His feet will move first.

  “Nonsense, Boy. Just call her Karen. The child might as well be from my own rib,” Annie steps in for me and I love her in that moment.

  He reaches a hand out to me and I stare at it for too long before I step forward and lift mine. It’s the hand with the scissors. I drop it and start to sputter like an idiot. “I’m…sorry.” I glance up quickly and take in his uniform. Law enforcement. Shit! “Hi,” I squeak and I know, I just know if I was him I’d be suspicious of me.

  “Jason Williams,” he smiles, and my stomach coils into a knot.

  “Karen Weston,” I give my name and I feel my newfound freedom slip away.

  He’s going to arrest me! He’s going to take me away from this little piece of heaven. Shit!

  “I didn’t know you had a guest, Annie. Now ain’t that something,” he says. I take a step back, letting his hand hang in the air.

  I turn back to the bench and grab the first pack of seeds I see.

  “Those are chili, Honey.” Annie comes closer and she places her hand over mine, squeezing it real tight. “Why don’t you run on up and go get me my hat? I feel that ball of fire scorching the gray right into my head.”

  I nod and go. I don’t look back, I just go. I don’t know what hat she’s referring to but I take the gap she’s giving me to get away.

  “Annie,” I hear him ask and I quicken my pace, “where’s that girl from?”

  “I told you, Jason,” she snaps, “my rib. Now hand me the tomato seeds.”

  “Shit! Shit! Shit! He’s going to bust me,” I chant all the way to the house.

  His car comes into sight and it reads state police on the side. It takes everything I have not to break out into a mad race up the road.

  Why can’t I just have peace? I just want a home. As soon as I think I’ve found it someone comes along to ruin it.

  I hide until I hear the car leave. Annie comes into my room and to my surprise she hugs me real tight. I can’t keep all the stress and feelings bottled up any longer. Tears well in my eyes and spill over my cheeks. I cry because I don’t want to lose her as well. I don’t want to be pregnant with a rapist’s child. I just want some peace. Is that too much to ask?

  “It’s okay,” she coos. “It’s okay, Honey. I should’ve known better. The boy is as harmless as those pigeons pooping up a storm on the porch. He won’t hurt a fly. I have you tucked in tight under my wing and this old heart won’t let anyone take you away from me. I’ve been alone too long myself,” she sniffs. “We’re a family now, and family sticks together.”

  I hold her tighter and I know in just eleven days I’ve come to care for this woman dearly. I won’t give her up without a fight. I really want this to be my home.

  That night I look up at the stars as Annie’s chin rests against her chest. She always falls asleep out here. I glance up again and whisper, “I was eighteen when my parents died. It was a boating accident. We always went out on the dam, just drifting, talking, sleeping. That day I woke up to a loud bang. There was blood and then the pain came. When I woke up again, my uncle told me they were dead. I didn’t even get to go to their funerals. The propellers of the boat had sliced through my back. People saw what happened and fished me out. They said I was lucky.” I take a breath and launch right back in. “My uncle gave me my mother’s name, said they would come back to finish us both off if we didn’t disappear. He gave me money and told me to run … and I did. I disappeared for so long. For seven years all I did was run. But then I forgot what I was running from. I was stupid and they found me.”

  I hear an owl hoot and listen before I finish, not knowing if it’s even worth talking to the stars.

  “He saved me in so many ways. I didn’t see it at first. He saved me from certain death. He’s the scariest person I’ve ever met, but for some reason I felt safe with him. Now I’m just a fading star amongst all the bright ones.” I sigh. “All I want, ever wanted is to belong and to have someone who will be just mine. Life really sucks.” I laugh bitterly. “All I want is love and all I get is people trying to kill me and take away what peace I manage to find in between.”

  “Sometimes you just look like a fading star because you burn slower and deeper,” Annie whispers next to me. “You’re not an all-consuming star. Your light will shine for long and it will shine strong, Honey. Yours will still shine long after others have burned out.” She gets up and places her calloused hand on my cheek. “We’ll keep shining together, you and me child, because I have no intention of burning out on you. You find that peace you’re looking for here by me.”

  I sit outside for long, staring at the stars, and I look for the ones that are the faintest. Annie’s and mine.

  I haven’t even rinsed my coffee cup when a car comes up the road, driving up whirls of dust.

  “Don’t hide,” I hear Annie saying from the porch outside. “You come and rest your behind here next to me. Don’t give the boy a reason to ask questions. You hear me?”

  “Yes, Annie.” I’m nodding like one of those bobbleheads she has in her RV. When she drives, they nod all the time.

  I dry my hands and rush outside. I sit down beside her and fold my hands on my lap. My heart is going crazy and all the fears are back.

  “Smile, Honey,” she says. “Think of rainbows and butterflies.”

  I smile, but no amount of rainbows and butterflies will stop my stomach from spinning as Jason takes the two steps up to us.

  “Annie.” He tips his hat. “Karen. How are you two this morning?” He sounds casual, but I’m not falling for it.

  “As bright as a sunray, Jason.” She nods to the bags in his arms. “Is that mine?”

  “Yeah. I think I got everything on the list. I’ll just put it in the kitchen.” When he comes back out, he takes his hat off and leans against the railing opposite us. He stretches his legs out before him.

  His hazel eyes are sharp, and his light brown hair is kept in a neat style. He’s tall and lean, not built like Damian. I frown when I realize I’m comparing them.

  His eyes are asking Annie questions. I can see it.

  “Out with it, boy.” Annie’s tone sharpens slightly.

  His eyes turn on me. “You have an accent. I did a search on your name and it’s as clean as a whistle. What I want to know is how someone who was born in South Carolina ends up sounding like you?”

  I freeze once again in the face of danger.

  “Now, you listen to me!” Annie raises herself to her mere five point one feet and I take hold of her hand.

  “No, Annie,” he cuts her off, “you’ve been my mother for the past twelve years, and I won’t stand by and watch you get used.” He straightens himself out as well and I get up, figuring we might as well all be standing. “I’m no idiot, so don’t make me out to be one.” Then he looks at me again.

  “Go on inside, Karen,” Annie says, her voice dipping low with warning.

  I said I would fight to stay here and I will. For once I will fight and I lift my chin
meeting his angry eyes.

  “Do you do checks on everyone you meet, Officer?” I take a step forward and for a moment my legs feel weak with fear. I’ve survived that container, I can damn well survive this guy! I glare at him, “I have an accent because my mother is from South Africa. My father is American. I was born here. Spent time traveling. Would you like to see my I.D., Officer?” I bite out. I’ve built up the story and he can now do with it what he wants. I don’t have to say another word.

  “No,” he says and I watch him swallow. “I’d like a moment alone with Annie.”

  I leave in a hurry but I stay in the passage where I can hear them.

  “You come onto my land and you disrespect me?” She launches into him. “She’s blood of my blood. You don’t come around here talking of her like that. We put my sister in the ground and Karen is all I have now. We’ve been through enough to have you kicking up dust all around us!”

  “Annie,” he breathes, “I’m only looking out for you. Something about her just ain’t right. You take in lost puppies and kittens-” I hear Annie inhale sharply. “Let me finish,” he says patiently, “you don’t take in total strangers. You don’t know what kinda baggage she’s dragging behind her.”

  “Jason Steward Williams!” Annie breathes his name. “How dare you!”

  “Annie-”

  “Don’t you Annie me,” she fumes.

  “It’s my duty to look out for you,” he hisses.

  That’s about all the tension I can take. I stalk back outside.

  “Would you both just stop it,” I say and I’m surprised at how calm I sound. I point at him. “You don’t know me. You have no right to judge me.” Then I look at Annie. “He only cares. Now let’s all take a breather and have some of that awful flower tea.”

  I walk back into the house to make some of the flower tea Annie likes to drink, and coffee for me. Jason can have the awful tea with Annie.

  I’m busy arranging everything for the fourth time on the tray when I hear him come into the kitchen. They’ve been whispering a while and I’ve taken my time making the coffee and tea.

  “She really cares about you,” he says.

  “I really care about her,” I say as I pick up the tray. It’s not even eight in the morning and I’m tired already.

  “I don’t want to see her get hurt,” he keeps going. “So if there is something, anything that might come to hurt her because she has a kind heart, I’d like to know so I can protect her.” He has a really awful way of warning a person and I start toward the door. I pause when he asks, “Is there something coming?”

  I don’t answer him because I don’t know. I was fine until he started digging. I don’t know if he triggered anything. It might be time to run.

  But I’m selfish and I don’t. I cling to Annie and this safe haven with both hands.

  Damian~

  Two weeks. That’s how long I’ve been calling in every damn favor owed to me.

  We finally got a lead on Cara’s whereabouts. I was relieved when the name Karen Weston popped up. At least she’s using the new identity.

  I’ve been driving without stopping to sleep. God only knows if she’s okay.

  We got the lead from a police station in some town in the middle of bum-fucking-nowhere. I just hope it’s a small town, because searching from house to house for her is going to take forever.

  Cara~

  A month. I’ve been living with Annie for a month. Jason still eyes me warily every time he comes to visit Annie. He doesn’t trust me and I don’t trust him.

  I started getting sick, especially around two in the afternoon. I don’t know why it’s called morning sickness if it comes at any damn time of the day.

  Annie makes me drink peppermint tea with honey in the morning. It took some getting used to. During the day I chew on lemon flavored candy. It helps a lot and although the nausea is still there, at least I’m not puking anymore.

  I’m waiting on the porch for Annie. I look down at my waist. My hand settles over my stomach that’s starting to swell, and for the zillionth time I wonder what I’m going to do. In six months I’ll be forced to push a child into this ugly world. I’ll be forced to give birth to a rapist’s child.

  I always dreamt about getting married, having children, growing old with the man I love. Now it’s the furthest thing from my mind. There’s no use in dreaming about something I’ll never have. No man will want a filthy woman like me, or her rapist’s child.

  My future looks bleak. I don’t know how I’m going to do this. What am I going to do with the child? I can’t abort it. I just can’t. It didn’t ask to be here. I could always look at adoption, but that will shine a spotlight on where I am.

  What the hell am I going to do?

  “No use in stressing over the future, Honey. Tomorrow will take care of its own problems. Right now we have to go work so we’ll have food for tonight,” Annie says as she walks by me.

  I trail behind her, my thoughts refusing to leave the baby growing inside of me.

  Annie stops and waits for me to catch up and then she tilts her head. “You’ve looked like death warmed up ever since that test showed that you’re pregnant. A child ain’t a curse, Honey.”

  “I’m not so sure about that,” I whisper.

  “Now, how can you say that?” We start to walk again and Annie continues, “It’s a blessing to bring a human being into this world. You get to help shape the future.”

  “You don’t understand, Annie,” I say, trying to hold back the anger and disgust that’s always lodged in my throat.

  She stops and grabs my arm. “Then make me understand.”

  I shake my head and pull my arm free. When we get to the patch of land we’re working, I go straight for the plough. It’s an old thing Annie’s husband made. It has two wheels, with a blade in the middle. You tip the handles up until the blade digs into the earth and then you push it like a trolley. It’s hard work, but it makes the time fly by.

  An hour or so later sweat is pouring down my face. I use my shoulder to wipe some away when I feel an odd sensation tingling up my spine. I haven’t felt it in a long while. I used to get that feeling when Damian’s eyes were on me.

  My head snaps up and I search the area around us, but there’s nothing. Am I losing my mind now? I glance around me once more before I carry on with the work that needs to be done today.

  My mind is a dark cesspool of disturbing memories and suffocating feelings. It’s been three months since they found me. Three months, and it still feels like all that shit just happened to me. Some of the memories are starting to fade, like the beatings. I can’t remember the pain anymore. It’s that last night that haunts me.

  “Honey,” Annie calls from the kitchen over Elvis hiccupping, You ain’t nothing bu-ut a houn-nd do-og.

  The scratches are getting worse by the day and soon there will be more hiccups than words.

  “Yes, Annie,” I pop my head out from my room, holding the towel around myself.

  I always shower right after we come up from working the land. Then I put on one of the new dresses Annie made me. The ‘sunflower range’, she calls them. They still reach to under my knees and the colors are bright. She says it’s to make me shine. I just smile and wear them to please her.

  “Honey, I’m gonna head on over to Old Bertha for a quick cup of tea. Just taking her some of the pie I baked. Woman’s been complaining about her hips not functioning.” A quick cup means I’ll see her much later.

  They normally play bridge while finishing the pie between the two of them. She tried to get me to go with her once. It’s alone time for me so I don’t mind. I know she’s next door.

  “Take it easy on her,” I tease. She winks at me and heads out the door.

  I listen to Annie drive away and then it’s only me and Elvis. I leave him on so the house isn’t too quiet.

  I started painting the chest of drawers two days ago. Lilac with purple butterflies. Annie loves it. I get back into stenciling
the butterflies when Elvis hiccups and the house goes silent.

  I wait for the record to go on, but it doesn’t, and the second drags out endlessly long. I feel the air shift, the atoms press against me, and I know I’m not alone. The paintbrush in my hand starts to shake, but I don’t move.

  “If I can find you,” he says, “they can find you just as easy.” I try to listen for movement but I hear none. I can only feel him.

  “Karen Weston,” it’s a whisper but it’s closer, real close.

  I drop the brush on the paper and push myself up. I haven’t seen him in thirty-four days, but his voice has the power to make it feel like it’s only been a second. I try to prepare myself for his eyes as I turn around and then I almost whimper.

  His eyes are lifeless and hard on me. Somehow he’s managed to become harder.

  “Damian,” I whisper, because I still can’t believe he’s really here.

  “You look really good, Cara.” He surprises me with a compliment. His eyes travel over me, from my bare feet to my still drying hair.

  I smooth the dress out in front and my hand settles over my stomach protectively. “Annie made the dress,” I whisper stupidly. Like he actually cares about the dress!

  “Who is Williams?” He jumps the subject and my mind scrambles to catch up.

  “Who?”

  “Jason Williams,” he says the name again. “The man who did the search on you, who is he?” Damian looks tired and it makes my heart squeeze painfully.

  “He’s Annie’s … he’s like a son to her. He didn’t trust me just showing up so he had me checked out. He’s an officer. I don’t know him all that well,” I answer quickly, and I don’t know why I added the last part. Maybe more for Jason’s safety. I might not like him, but I don’t want him dead.

  “Really? Because he stops by here a lot,” he says, and I hear the warning.

  Anger starts to bubble up. “You’ve been watching me? What’s it to you, anyway? If he’s stopping here for Annie or me, it’s really not any of your business, Damian. You have your own life to concern yourself with,” I snap. And with life I mean Jean.