Chapter Eight: Message Delivered

To wake up is the hardest part of the day for me, normally. I notice my nap was more restful than my normal sleep.

A noise makes me open my eyes, a careful peek around, and I find Keiran sitting in my room, which seems strange to me.

Looking at him, he didn't seem to grasp that I am awake. He is on the phone texting with someone. A serious smile graces his lips and when I notice that his head raises, I close my eyes to fake sleeping.

Keiran moves towards the bed, and I could sense him staring at me. It is extremely hard not to open my eyes.

He softly chuckles, but it sounds almost like a cackle.

I do not know how I missed it, but with him so close to me, I detect it now. He smells weird, and I don't like whatever it is. It doesn't smell quite like weed, unless it is old or something.

"Sleep well, Magnolia. I will make sure that you are safe, my lovely flower."

A kiss lands on my cheek, making me shiver.

"Just what I thought, you are made just for me. We will be together soon, my sweet flower."

A single finger goes down my body, this unwanted move makes me shiver again.

"Oh, I love how you respond to my touch. I can't wait to find out what happens when we are together, my flower. We will be explosive. Now, I will make all the preparations for our union."

A door opens and closes and I let out the breath I am holding.

"I hope he didn't realize I was awake," I say to myself.

I hastily study the room to evaluate if there is anything out of place.

Then I spot the chair Keiran was sitting on, and I can see a phone laying in the seat.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I am out of my bed pretty quickly. When I get to the phone, I discern it is an older model Samsung. I look toward the door and hope that I have time to snoop through it before Keiran realizes it is missing.

Carefully, I pick it up and wonder why in the world a man who works for the FBI would have an older model cell phone, especially one that isn't able to be locked.

Unless this is a plant.

I find this highly doubtful.

A beep comes from the phone. I can see the message without letting it show that I saw it.

Man, best idea yet! Meet me at the corner store thursday. Its goin down for real!

Something does not feel right about this message.

'Nothing I can do about it now,' I think to myself.

I hear footsteps coming toward me. After placing the phone down, I make my way back to the bed and try to act like I am sleeping.

I can tell it is Keiran because I can pick up on his mumbling.

"Looks like she didn't move. Good! She doesn't need to. I will forever be grateful for meeting you, Miss Magnolia—my future bride. There are many gifts coming for you. I know you will love them..."

The voice that I am hearing from Keiran leaves no room for debate.

Whatever this man is thinking, I want nothing to do with; I need to get out of his presence.

STAT.

~VOF~

AN-

I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. Keiran is as always up to no good. What are we going to do with him?

Thank you to my readers and commenters, sakari-x and musicdaydreams. Also, to the guest reviewer who asked if Keiran and Maggie's father are working together...I wish I thought of that! As for theories, I can't help ya'll figure out what is going on. Since Keiran keeps misbehaving when I write him and Maggie is so confused. As she should be.

Many thanks to Monica, Midnite, Izzy, and Danielle.

I don't own Twilight. SM does.

As always, message me with any questions and I will respond when I can. Little man has a doctor's apt tomorrow (Check up, all is well but lots of driving) so if I am late to respond, forgive me.

Have a great week! -Brier