Never Lose Sight
Chapter 4
"Lita!" the man's voice shouted as she screamed. "Calm down!"
Lita paused, recognizing the voice as Chris Benoit's. Her shoulders sagged in relief and she slumped against the back of the chair, intent on regaining her breath. Chris looked down at her, frowning. Lita wasn't exactly the person easily startled. He glanced down at the things she'd been looking at, and he froze. Evidence bags… He stared at them, frowning deeply.
"Chris," Lita whispered, coming out of the hazy shock she'd been in and realizing his glazed eyes were focused on the old letters spilled on the floor.
"What's going on?" he asked, his eyes moving to lock with Lita's, concern all too evident. Lita ducked her head in shame. Why hadn't she told him earlier? It was ridiculous, to think she could handle this on her own.
"Trevor Moceri called," Lita mumbled, her eyes avoiding his. "Matt's free… The jury let him off the hook."
Chris's back stiffened with anger. He pursed his lips, containing it for the moment, and looked back down at Lita. She looked so…fragile. Burning with fury, he recalled her broken trance from years past when it had first begun. "Li," he whispered, but she cut him off.
"I've gotten more letters," she told him, her voice cracking on the verge of a sob. The whole idea of it all scared her beyond belief. To even think of her delicate balance in life thrown off; to dream of Chelsea or Chris hurt…
Her husband's hands stiffened on her shoulders, his anger swiped out by shock. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked her numbly, still trying to digest the news.
"I didn't know… I thought they were copycats," Lita brushed clumsily at her eyes, "I didn't want them to be real," she added truthfully, biting her lip to try and stop the tears from coming. "I'm sorry."
Chris squatted down to her level and embraced her tightly in his arms. She wrapped her arms around him, set her chin on his shoulder and did her best not to break down. Just when she had forgotten about the letters that had made her toss and turn with nightmares in the hotel room beds, they had come back to haunt her pleasant dreams in the house she loved. But this time…it just wasn't her life on the line.
"Hey…" Chris whispered, pulling away and looking at her. He brushed a tear off of her cheek with his thumb, smiling at her the best he could under the circumstances. "Don't cry. It's going to be okay," he told her. She nodded, pursing her lips as she did so. Lita could tell from his tone that he really believed that it would be okay.
She wasn't too sure. Her eyes settled on a table by the stairs, her heart nearly stopping. There, small but fatal, was the stack of mail. Chris moved his eyes to follow her gaze, and paused. Lita closed her eyes softly, her chest shaking with every exhale. Chris stood softly and made his way to the pile cautiously. His fingers flipped through the envelopes until they paused upon one. There was no return address—simply a stamp and Lita's name, along with their address.
Chris closed his eyes and sighed as his hand closed around the envelope, his heart plummeting. Lita watched him for a moment, her heart leaping against her rib cage with every beat. Unable to take it, she buried her head in her arms and let the tears that had welled in her eyes fall.
Lita,
I wouldn't talk to Captain Moceri anymore, Red. You're endangering him and his family just by speaking to him. You're angering me. Don't talk to the police about me anymore or you will suffer the consequences.
You-Know-Who
The man tugged the hat that shaded his eyes from the view of others as he stood, grasping the paper calmly as the printer spewed it out. A cool air about him, he reached into his trench coat, pulling out an already labeled and stamped envelope. He walked to the door in a brisk pace, keeping his eyes averted from the other people inside of the library as a precaution. As he walked, he folded the paper in his hands and slid it into the enveloped. The cool air of the outside swirled about him as he shoved the doors open, taking a sharp left to stand in front of a lone blue mailbox. With a small, icy smile, the man pushed the flap of the envelope behind the bottom half and pushed it through the tiny slot of the mailbox.
While he walked off, hands in his pockets, the man vaguely wondered how may hours of sleep Lita would lose over the letter that he had just mailed.
Author's Note: Ucky short chapter, but I wanted to get something up for you guys. Hope you enjoyed and please review!
