by Dover, L. P.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Other Titles by L.P. Dover
About the Author
COPYRIGHT
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Dangerous Betrayals
L.P. Dover
Copyright 2020 by L.P. Dover
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Cover Photo taken by: Regina Wamba
DEDICATION
This one is for the only woman who has been there for me my entire life. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.
I LOVE YOU MOM!
CHAPTER ONE
Kennedy
Only five minutes left till the bell. I loved my job and I usually didn’t count down the time for the end of the day, but my weekend was slammed. It was homecoming and I was nominated to announce this year’s winner. About nine years ago, I was the one being crowned homecoming queen. Back then, I never thought I’d be back at South Point High School, teaching senior English. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always wanted to be a teacher I just never thought it would be back in my hometown. Though the money wasn’t great, I loved what I did and felt rewarded helping the students learn.
“Think we’ll win tonight, Ms. Scott?” Tanner asked, tossing his football into the air.
Looking up from the papers on my desk, I smiled at him and the rest of my students. Tanner was our senior star quarterback who’d just gotten offered a scholarship to play for UNC Chapel Hill. Not only was he amazing on the field, but he was an A student. Right now, our high school was first in the conference and everyone throughout the whole town was pumped for tonight’s game.
Laughing, I set my pen down. “You better win.”
Jennifer raised her hand. “If we do, will you give us a chance to earn some extra credit?” Dressed in her cheerleading outfit, she reminded me of myself with her long blonde hair and hazel eyes. She didn’t even need the extra credit, but her boyfriend, Josh, who sat beside her did. He was a football player as well, and when he wasn’t on the field, he was working to help take care of his mother and younger sister. I grew up without a father too so I knew how difficult it was for him. My father had died when I was five years old from a drowning accident. The police had determined he’d fallen and hit his head on his fishing boat as he plunged overboard into the water. I was supposed to go with him that morning, but I’d woken up with strep throat so he went alone. To this day, I’d always wondered if he’d still be alive if I was there to help him.
“I certainly will,” I answered, watching Josh’s shoulders relax. The extra credit would help his grade immensely and it broke my heart that he was too ashamed to look at me, but I knew he was grateful. There were a lot of privileged students at my school with parents who made more money than I’d ever seen in a lifetime, but he wasn’t one of them. He worked hard and was very disciplined and responsible, and I could see him having a great future. I wasn’t about to give up on him. The bell rang and the kids jumped out of their seats anxious to enjoy their Friday night. “Have a good weekend, everyone! If you’re going to be at the game, I’ll see you there.”
They rushed out of the room and I couldn’t help but giggle. The excitement I felt as a kid before a game was a feeling I missed. It wasn’t the same now that I was older, but I loved seeing my students experiencing it.
“Knock, knock.” I looked over at the door to see my friend and fellow teacher, Amy Parks, all decked out with school spirit wearing her red and black Red Raiders school T-shirt and her face painted with an S on one cheek and a P on the other for South Point High School. Even her chocolate colored hair had red and black hair spray in it. “It’s time to go home,” she said in a sing song voice. “What are you still doing here?”
I waved her off. “I know, I know. I’m leaving. I’m eating an early dinner with my mom and then I’m coming back.”
She waggled her eyebrows, her bright green eyes twinkling with mischief. “Is Dean coming with you?”
Dean Porter was my ex-boyfriend, but we were still pretty close. We’d been talking about getting back together, but nothing was set in stone yet. “Yes,” I said, feeling my cheeks burn. “He’s staying with me this weekend.”
Amy snickered. “I know what you two will be doing.”
Rolling my eyes, I couldn’t help but smile. “It’s been a while. What can I say?”
She burst out laughing. “You’re too much. See ya tonight. I need to get out of here.”
I waved at her. “See ya later.”
Once I had my papers all put away, I was ready to go. Before I could make it out of the school, my phone rang. Dean’s name popped up and I couldn’t help but grin. “Hey,” I said, answering his call.
“Hey. We’re still on for the weekend, right?”
“Yep. You’re more than welcome to eat dinner with me and my mom tonight. If not, you can just pick me up at my house around six. That’ll give us plenty of time to get to the school and find a parking place.”
“Sounds good, babe. Wish I could eat dinner with you, but my shift ends at 5:30. Tell your mom I said hey though.”
“I will,” I promised him. “She’ll miss seeing you, but maybe we can visit her on Sunday?” My mother loved Dean to death. She always thought he was the cutest thing. Not only was he good-looking but he was a firefighter too. We always joked around saying he should pose for a calendar.
Dean chuckled. “Perfect. I gotta run, but I’ll see ya in a couple of hours.”
“Okay,” I said. After we hung up, I got in my car and called my mother to tell her I was on my way, but she never answered the phone. It was a nice October day so she was most likely outside walking around in her garden. Something she loved to do whenever the weather cooperated.
On the way to her house, I stopped by the grocery store to pick up a cookie cake with extra icing. We were addicted to them. Growing up, she’d always buy one for the silliest reasons, just so we could eat it. One time she bought me the cake because I quit one of my jobs. It was at a clothing store where my boss never let me take breaks. I’d work for eight hours straight, on my feet the entire time, and never once given a lunch break. I was miserable, but I knew we needed the money and persevered for as long as I could.
Before leaving the store, I called my mother again to see if she needed anything before I left. Again, no answer. I called both the house phone and her cell and nothing. She was sixty years old and in great health so I never worried about her being alone. Plus, I lived on the same street, just seven houses down from her. It was a close-knit neighborhood and everyone was on the lookout for everyone else. Something I always liked about living in a small community.
When I pulle
d into the driveway, the garage door was open and my mother’s SUV was parked inside. She was a stickler about keeping the garage door closed, and usually when it was up that meant she was in the yard somewhere. I got out of my car and walked around to the back of the house, thinking she’d be out there in her garden, but she wasn’t.
I circled around the house, back to the front and grabbed the cookie cake out of the car before going inside. The kitchen was dark which made no sense. We were supposed to be eating spaghetti, but yet there was nothing on the stove. A strange, foreboding feeling settled into the pit of my stomach.
“Mom?” I called out.
Trying not to panic I was surprised to find the whole house was dark, though it didn’t hide the disarray I found as I walked into the living room. The table lamps were shattered on the floor and the couch had been slashed open. There wasn’t a sound in the house.
“Mom!” I shouted, feeling the adrenaline course through my veins. There wasn’t time to think; I just reacted. I ran through the house, tears filling my eyes as I looked at the destruction. The pictures in the hallway had all been smashed, the glass crunching underneath my feet as I raced across the debris.
“Mom, where are you?” I cried. When I got to her bedroom and turned on the light, nothing could’ve prepared me for what I saw next. My mother was on her side on the floor, dressed in her nightgown, in a pool of blood. The direction she was turned to I couldn’t see her face. The smell of blood doubled me over and I dropped to my knees. “Oh, my God,” I screamed, crawling over to her body. I didn’t care about the blood or that it soaked through my clothes as I made my way over to her. All I wanted was for her to be okay.
The second I touched my mother’s arm, I knew she was gone. She was as cold as ice. I crawled around her so I could see her face, and the level of terror I saw in her dead eyes would forever be engrained in my mind. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The pain was too much, as if it was trapped inside me. It was then when I saw what had been done to her.
Her heart had been cut out of her chest.
Looking at what had been done to her and I still couldn’t fathom it. The level of brutality and outright sickness of someone to do something like that was incomprehensible. The heartache was too much to bear. It sent me into a downward spiral of pure hell. My voice came back in full force and I screamed. I screamed until I could barely breathe, and eventually, everything went black.
I thought that when I’d wake up it would all be a bad dream. Unfortunately, it was just the beginning of one.
CHAPTER TWO
Kennedy
When people say ‘time would heal all wounds’ they obviously didn’t know shit. Time was my enemy; time was not my friend. It’d been two months since my mother’s murder and the police weren’t any closer to figuring out who did it. I spoke with the chief investigator weekly and still no leads, from any of the divisions that were working on it. Her murder was a true mystery and I feared we may never know why she was randomly chosen.
I’d spent my first Christmas without her and that was one of the hardest things I had to do. There were so many feelings running rampant through my body I couldn’t think straight. I was angry, terrified, heartbroken, sad, and every other emotion you could think of; it plagued me. I wanted her killer brought to justice.
Why did it have to happen to my mother? Nothing like that ever happened in our small, North Carolina town. She was a beautiful, sweet woman who would’ve done anything for anybody. For years, we worked together at South Point High School until she retired. Everyone loved her.
The students made a shrine that now sat in the hallway outside of my classroom. They made it over Christmas break, and I know they worked hard to get it done. One of the art students had painted my mother’s portrait on a huge canvas and there were ribbons and other smaller pictures of my mother tacked onto it. She was so beautiful, inside and out. I couldn’t walk by it without crying. Everyone felt her loss as much as I did.
“Ken?” Amy called out, her voice soft and unsure. For the past three months, she and everyone else at the school had tiptoed around me as if I’d break. I couldn’t remember the last time I smiled. I looked over at the door where she stood, her smile sad as she stared at me, already dressed in her leggings and tank top with her hair in a ponytail ready for our workout. “Ready to go to the gym? Figured I’d walk with you.” She nodded toward the hallway and held up her grey hoodie. “You might want to wear this. There are a couple of reporters outside. Thought maybe we could sneak out the back and run to my car?” She tossed me the hoodie.
Huffing, I closed my eyes and clenched my fists around the hoodie. If it wasn’t for beating the hell out of the punching bags at the gym and the self-defense classes I’d enrolled in, I didn’t know where my state of mind would be. Every day, there was some reporter waiting close by to ask me questions about my mother’s murder. I didn’t know anything. What I did know was that I wanted privacy, but that was obviously not going to happen.
Grabbing my gym bag off the floor, I slammed it on my desk. “Yeah, let’s go out the back. I’m not in the mood to deal with the press today.”
Amy already had her bag over her shoulder. “Don’t blame you there.”
I followed her down the hall to the back doors by the cafeteria. The reporters always waited by my car, but as luck would have it, Amy always parked on the other side of the school. It was an easy escape. We stopped at the doors and there was no one in sight. I rushed out to her little silver sedan and breathed a sigh of relief once I was safe inside.
“I’m really getting sick of this,” I said, clutching my stomach.
I’d lost about twenty pounds since my mother’s death. There were some nights it was hard to keep food down. The stress had really taken its toll. Not to mention, Dean decided it was too hard to be around me; I wasn’t the same. Well, of course, I wasn’t. Who would be after going through what I did? I thought I’d have him to lean on, but it was too much for him. All I had were my students, fellow teachers, including Amy to help keep my mind off of everything. She was my best friend growing up and had stuck with me through it all. She even moved in with me for a couple of weeks after my mother’s death. She was pretty much the only family I had.
Right after the murder I did see a counselor but what worked best for me was to get back into my routine. And to not become a victim, which was why Amy and I enrolled in the classes.
Amy drove us to the gym and parked the car, but made no headway to get out. “I’m worried about you, Kennedy. Maybe we should leave town for a while. Go on a vacation so you can get away.”
That wasn’t a bad idea, something I’d considered myself. “Can you afford to take time off?” I asked her. “We just had Christmas break.”
She was single with no boyfriend or kids, but I didn’t want to put her out — it’s not like it would be paid leave. Teachers didn’t make a whole lot of money, and she did just buy a brand-new car. Amy waved me off. “Okay, so maybe we can’t leave just yet, but I do have about a month’s worth of vacation days I need to use. Once it gets closer to May, I can take off the rest of the school year.”
Leaving town was probably what I should’ve done two months ago. Hopefully, I could survive another four months. “Let’s do it,” I said. “We can disappear for the summer.”
Her face lit up. “Perfect. After we kick some ass here at the gym, I’ll put in my vacation time with the school. You should probably do the same.”
I hugged her. “Sounds good to me.”
*
After our workout, Amy dropped me off at the school to get my car around seven o’clock. There was a card on my windshield from one of the reporters, but I crumpled it up and tossed it in my backseat. Didn’t they get that I didn’t want to talk with anyone? Their persistence was cruel because thinking about mom’s murder all the time only made the not knowing who killed her even more frustrating. On the way home, I made sur
e to drive the long way so I wouldn’t have to go by my mother’s house. I couldn’t bring myself to go in it after everything happened. I’d paid someone to move everything out and I put it up for sale. It didn’t take long for someone to buy it. It was a nice starter home and a cute newly married couple from Michigan bought it as soon as it was listed.
After the incident I spent a lot of time in therapy. The school was great giving me the time off I needed but the best thing for my health was to maintain normalcy. Maintain a regular schedule so my mind wouldn’t recycle all that I’d been through. Was it enough? I don’t know. Although I was able to live my life things weren’t the same; I wasn’t the same. Maybe Dean was right to leave me.
Once home, I pulled into the garage and closed the door behind me. I always go the long way around the neighborhood so I don’t have to see my mother’s house. The best thing for me was to find a new house which I planned on doing soon. I dropped my keys and gym bag onto the kitchen counter and turned on all the lights as I walked into living room. There was a whole corner of dog supplies that I’d bought over the past couple of weeks. I’d planned on adopting a puppy, but now with Amy and I going away on vacation soon, it’d be best to wait until I got back. I figured it’d be less lonely with a dog around.
Sitting on the couch, I laid my phone on my lap and leaned my head back, closing my eyes as I took in a breath. My stomach growled, but I didn’t want to get up to find something to eat. Sleep didn’t come easy to me these last months with most of my dreams consisting of nightmares. If I didn’t have to sleep, I wouldn’t. Nighttime scared me, but I often found myself too exhausted not to sleep.
The lights shut off with an audible snapping sound and I jerked my eyes open. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end and I froze. I’d watched a million scary movies in my lifetime and when the lights went out that was never a good sign. It was as if the air in my house turned ice cold; like I wasn’t alone.