Scotty hardly dared look at her- she was reacting the way he had anticipated but that didn't make it any better
Lilly felt her fork slide out of her hand and crash onto her plate, she felt a range of emotions, anger being the predominant one, she took a deep breath to calm herself so she could talk without yelling, taking a sip of wine she asked
"and why do you want to know?"
Scotty finally plucked up enough courage to look at her, he could see anger and hurt written across her face and he nearly wished he hadn't asked
"and why do you want to know?"
Her tone told him that she was likely to yell at him if he gave the wrong answer, having Lilly yelling at you... well, it was one of those things you try to avoid. But he couldn't just give up, could he? So he drew a deep breath and blurted out
Lilly watched as he took a deep breath, that's right, she thought, now you think about what you're asking. Men. They were all the same.
"I...ju...well..."
he was blushing
"I just want to know what she did that made you hate her so much"
she frowned, why was he blushing?
Scotty knew what he wanted to say but he was terrified about how she would react. He nearly laughed at himself, not many things could scare him, but Lilly in a mood...
why was he blushing? She wondered, feeling suspicious
" you didn't seem to care when you were going out with her, what's changed? why do you want to know now?"
Scotty took another deep breath, this wasn't easy. He hadn't expected it to be- talking to Lil about her past was like sticking your hand in a pond full of hungry piranhas, chances were, it was gonna cost you
"well... I care about you and I just want to understand. So I can help you"
that threw Lilly, it wasn't what he said, it was how he looked and his tone of voice when he said that he wanted to help her. As if he believed it. Part of her was screaming for her to trust him, but trusting people in the past had cost her. She didn't want to go through that amount of pain ever again
Scotty felt as though someone had kicked him in the guts as he watched Lil gulp down her food to avoid answering, he could see the hurt in her eyes when she glanced up at him. "I never should have asked" part of him said "but, if you don't ask, you wont know and you wont be able to help her" the other part argued. I wonder what she is so afraid of?
Not knowing what to say, Lilly felt a tremendous sense of claustrophobia- she just wanted to be out of there. She knew she was hurting Scotty by not trusting him, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him. She gulped her food, not caring about indigestion, shrugged on her coat, paid her share of the bill and left. Scotty made no move to stop her, he knew better
Scotty watched sadly as she shrugged on her coat and paid her share of the bill. It burned him that she felt she couldn't trust him. When she went to leave, he dumped the remainder of the bill onto the table, grabbed his coat and followed her out
"Lilly wait!"
she ignored him, he ran until he caught up to her- just in front of her car. Grabbing her shoulder, he forced her to stop
"why don't you trust me?"
he asked
"Lilly wait!"
she ignored him. She was nearly at her car and she just couldn't bear seeing the hurt in his eyes again. She heard him running towards her and for a brief moment was transported back to another night when it was someone else's footsteps catching up to her. She fought the impulse to run. She was brought back to the present when a hand snagged her shoulder and forced her to stop. She looked at the ground
"why don't you trust me?"
Her eyes and throat burned. Don't you dare cry, she told herself and bit her lip. It worked, she looked up hesitantly in case the tears made a vengeful comeback. They didn't. The reason? - Her eyes had focused on something over his shoulder, a rectangle of white on her windscreen. She frowned and blinked furiously. It didn't go away
She was frowning at something over his shoulder. He realized and turned to look. There! On her windscreen- a note. Who from? He wondered. Moving aside, he aloud her to slip past and grab it
Lilly slipped past Scotty and grabbed the note, opening it, she saw that I was handwritten
"what's it say?"
She jumped- she had almost forgotten Scotty was there
"give me a chance to read it, then ill know"
she replied before returning her concentration on the note
Detective Rush
I am not known for my patience and right now you are starting to bore me.
I am not a nice person when someone or something bores me.
I had assumed that, given your reputation for solving cases, you would at least have a suspect by now but it appears he was right- you are no better than the first detective on the case.
To up the stakes and boost your enthusiasm for getting this case solved, I will give you a deadline.
You have one week, after that I will kill Rebecca and take YOU as my next hostage.
Sleep well but not long- the clock is ticking