Samantha was awoken a few days later by the sound of knocking on her door, groaning she sat up and wrapped her dressing gown around her before answering the door. When she opened it she was surprised to see two police men at her door. They were there to tell her that the results from the eyes that they had taken with them had come through. Samantha made the officers a coffee and they sat in the living room to break the news.
"So the results came back and we're unfortunate to know that these eyes are...human" Samantha gasped and covered her hand with her mouth as she gagged.
"You...you mean someone was murdered?" She said shocked and horrified, the police grimly nodded.
"They could be alive or they could have been murdered it's hard to tell"
"Oh god" She gasped, she wasn't sure which was worse. The possibility of someone having their eyes plucked out and still alive or being brutally murdered and having their eyes taken out after death. Samantha continued to answer the police's questions, did she have any enemies? No. Did she have any idea who or why anyone would send her that? No. Had she met anyone unusually suspicious? Her mind came to Mick he had been creepy but he was just being kind wasn't he, just helping a damsel in distress? She hardly knew the man so she seriously doubted he would do this, so again her answer was no.
By the time the police had left Samantha was well and truly emotionally drained. She decided that a walk into the town might do her some good, if she stayed in the house she would only sit and dwell about what had happened. If she went out at least she could keep her mind off of it. She decided to sit at one of the many outside tables of the many cafes outside with a drink, she loved to sit outside and just watch the people go by. Wondering what their lives were and where they were going. It meant she could just sit and relax and be alone with her thoughts.
"Hay Girlie nice to see you again" A deep, gruff voice sounded behind her. The voice made her jump; she spun round in her chair to see Mick smiling down at her.
"Mick" She gasped, she wasn't sure if it was fright or relief. He was handsome alright and he had been kind to give her a lift home but there was something eerie about him.
"You alright, you look like a fucking kangaroo about to be ran over" He chuckled; she slowly nodded and took a sip of her coffee.
"Yeah I'm Ok just...needed to get out the house for a bit" She sighed.
"Listen if you wanna get out for a bit...I could... take you out for a drink...you know show you around some of the places I know" Mick said grinning but uncomfortably.
This was something completely new for Mick, he didn't do dates. All the way through his life he could never remember taking girls out on dates, it was just sex that was it, just casual fucks here and there. But he wanted to try and get Samantha to open up to him and be able to relish in the fear that he had made her feel.
"I..." She stuttered, she could tell Mick wasn't used to asking people out for drinks, he hesitated about what he was saying and he was hardly a smooth talker.
"Come on Girlie, what you got to lose?" Mick said grinning widely.
"I...OK...I, I guess" She said hesitantly and so they arranged a time to meet.
Samantha stood in front of her wardrobe clueless of what to wear; she wondered what on earth she was doing? True he was rough, rugged and handsome but his laugh and his smile gave her the chills. She didn't even know where he was taking her so she was finding it even more difficult to pick something to wear. Eventually she picked something casual; she didn't want to look out of place. It made her laugh how flustered she was getting trying to pick an outfit when he had had to persuade her to accept his date in the first place; she began to wonder whether in fact she did actually like him.
She could hear the old blue Ford F100 rattling up to her house before she saw it, she laughed, it was a noisy piece of junk. As Samantha opened the door, Mick grinned in awe at her. He helped her into the truck and stared at her ass in tight shorts, he suppressed a chuckle 'God when the time comes I'm gonna have some fun with her' He thought to himself.
Samantha stared at the wooden bar; she had never seen a dive like this before. It scared her, no doubt all the dregs of Australia hung around this pub. It was dim lighted and dusty, the people inside looked mean and uncaring. She shifted uncomfortable and clung to Mick's red checked shirt for protection.
"Hahaha it's alright Girlie no one will hurt you" He laughed passing her a beer. Samantha was shocked that he had just ordered something for her and hadn't even asked her what she would like.
They sat down at an old wooden table and chairs; she grimaced as she took a sip of the beer. She hated beer; it tasted vile but drank it to be polite.
"So what's been happening, why d'you look like a kangaroo in headlights?" Mick asked, Samantha sighed as she thought about what had been happening.
"Things have been... really creepy recently, I think someone's watching me and the other day I got a letter with eyes inside, the police say they're human" Samantha said grimly.
"Fuck, any idea who sent it?" Mick said sounding shocked, Samantha shook her head.
"The police thought it was a prank but they're human that means someone's dead or maybe not, I don't know which is worse" She explained. "I'm so frightened, I'm scared to even sleep in my own house anymore, what if they come for me and hurt me?" She sounded terrified and Mick loved every second of it.
"I'm sure no one will hurt you" He said pretending to try and comfort her.
"Maybe, I just want to know why me? Why send them to me if they're not going to hurt me?"
"Who knows why people do these things?" He shrugged as he downed the rest of his beer and stood up to get them another one.
Suddenly a beer slammed on the table next to her making her jump, she looked up and saw a man that wasn't Mick.
"Evening Sheila" The man cockily greeted sitting down on the chair beside her.
"Oh...I...Hi" Samantha stuttered.
"Buy ya a drink?" The man offered but Samantha shook her head.
"Thanks but I've got one" She said picking up her half full beer to show him.
"Come on Sheila let a man buy you a drink"
"Thanks but...I'm on a date" She explained, hoping that would make the man get the hint and leave.
"Yeah with me if you play your cards right darlin'" He grinned wrapping an arm round her back and leaning in closer.
Samantha leaned back trying to put some distance between their two faces.
"I...I think you better leave" She stuttered.
"Come on darlin' give us a kiss" He grinned.
"No!" She said outraged, suddenly the table was almost knocked over and glasses went flying as the man was suddenly pulled of the chair and thrown to the ground. Samantha gasped as beer covered her and she saw Mick bend down and grab the man off the floor by the collar of his shirt.
"I think the girl said no" Mick growled in the man's face as he almost lifted the man's feet of the ground by his clothes.
"Mick! It's, it's alright" She said shocked at his reaction but trying to calm him down.
"She was gagging for it" The man laughed. A terrifying facial expression covered Mick's face as he suddenly shoved the man into the wall, pulled out his knife and held it under the man's chin.
"You take that back you fucking bastard" Mick growled.
"Wow easy mate, fuck calm down" The man panicked, holding his hands up in submission.
"Take it back or I swear I'll cut your throat" Mick threatened.
"Ok, ok, ok just let me go" The man said quickly, terrified for his life.
Mick laughed loudly at the terrified, whimpering man.
"God you're pathetic, weak as piss" He chuckled throwing him to the side, the man hit the wooden floor with a thud. He turned round and saw Samantha watching with big, wide, shocked eyes.
"He won't be botherin' you again darlin'" He said grinning as he walked up to her and sat back down. Samantha couldn't believe what she had just witnessed, she couldn't decide if that was way too protective and over the top for a first date or whether she was flattered by Mick protecting her from unwanted attentions.
When Mick dropped her off home, she pecked him on the cheek and thanked him for a nice evening, despite the drama she had enjoyed having a drink and talking with him. Somehow he had managed to put her mind at ease a bit, that maybe the letter was just from a sick individual that wanted to play games and taunt her but not actually harm her. Despite how Mick had reacted she probably would want to go on another date with him again even if he had been a disaster, maybe next time she should pick the venue she thought.