Chapter 5
Cassandra and Benton gently strolled out of the police station. The young woman couldn't accept that he knew her true intentions just by her appearances. Another thing that she noticed of this handsome stranger was that he really had empathy for her well being. Not a lot of people in this malicious world are like this Benton character. It made her heart thaw from the coldness that she endured for, for so long.
They enlisted inside the tenant building that Fraser resided in. The girl just stared on in horror. The area was flooded with filth and dust. The walls were somewhat clean but trash was littered all over the ground. It made her realize that the people living here didn't show pride in the conditions of the building that they stayed in. Fraser softly commented to Diefenbaker then unlocked the door to his diminutive apartment. He held the door for the female and she grinned in appreciation. After she was inside, he then stepped in and locked the door.
His apartment seemed dark and filled with loneliness left its dreadful existence. Everything that was held in the room held three common words-one
His cabinets detained one pair of dishes, there was only one chair at the table as well as one chair in the den. Cassie couldn't grasp the idea that this sweet, gently and rather attractive man would end up in solace. She would have thought he would be married or have a steady girlfriend enjoying his company there. She wanted to cry in commiseration for Constable Benton Fraser.
Roaming around, she peeked inside the living room to find only an untouched and lonely television set. She gathered that this was the only form of modern entertainment that he owned. She slightly wrinkled her nose and stole a look from Benton.
"Are you hungry?" He asked when he set his coat and hat on a hanger in the kitchen.
"No, just tired." She broadly beamed.
He managed to find a few blankets from his closet. With Cassandra's help, they successfully made a temporary bed. He generously smirked.
"Thank you." Benton said.
She covered herself in the blankets as her Chicago guardian retired to his room. Once she heard him shut his door, she gazed around the room. The window as slightly opened, where she could easily escape. Even though she was exhausted, her mind was active and refused to let her body rest. She was about to pounce out to the emergency fire staircase when the female heard something coming into the living room. At first, Cassandra expected to see the man's slim figure coming out of the room, but instead it was Diefenbaker. His nails on the hard wooden floor clicked, which was what she heard. Relaxing in sudden relief, she resumed to escape. She didn't consider that the animal would emit a low, infuriated growl. He was signifying to her not to escape, or else he would try to stop her. The teen didn't want to know what kind of force it was going to give her.
"Damn you." Cassie commented.
Glancing out of the paned window, she saw a person that she knew long ago. She had forgotten how cute this young man was...then his image haunted her. He noticed the girl's stare and knew who she was...even though it took her the longest of time to remember who he was in all of her stages in life.
Then it dawned on her—he was Brad Goiter...one of her many boyfriends.
She pulled the curtains on the window and renounced to her bed. Diefenbaker sat himself next to her, as if she was his mate or one of his brood. Snorting in laughter, the small woman closed her eyes.
