UNDER YOUR SKIN
CHAPTER 2
Once Meghan had closed the door, she heaved a heavenly sigh. "Talk about guardian angels," she snickered to herself. "Those two were cute as hell!" she yelled throughout the house. No had heard her except the furnishing. Her dad was still not home.
Meghan then went upstairs to her room. She opened the door and collapsed her swollen feet on her bed. Her room was a reflection of herself. Her walls were black, her bed spreads were black, her candles and incense were black, and all the crosses she had hanging up over he bed were black. She even had some fake blood poured around her make-up drawer. Talk about being gothic.
Meghan let her eyes flutter shut for a little while. Soon, she was in dreamland. She was so tired, she didn't even here her door open and her dad call her name. "Meghan!" he called. "You home?" he asked while walking upstairs. He opened her door slightly and peeked in. Meghan was sound asleep on her bed. Her dad looked her over. Her chest was going up and down at a steady pace. But what was this? Her dress was torn and she had cuts on her faces.
I guess I'll have to ask her about that in the morning thought her dad before he closed the door.
In the morning, Meghan woke up and realized she had fallen asleep. It was a beautiful sunny fall day. Meghan got up, turned on her lights, and she changed her clothes. She put her dress near her sewing machine to fix it later. Meghan got out a black tank top with tight blue jeans.
She headed into the bathroom to wash up. After a 3 minute shower, she was as good as new. No more dried blood on her face, no more sweat on her body.
"Morning dad," said Meghan coming down the stairs and grabbing pop tart out of the cupboard. "Dear," said her dad. "What happened to your dress?" he asked curiously, abandoning his coffee and putting the news on mute.
Meghan sighed. She sat down next to her dad on the couch and told him everything, even about her saviors that had come to her rescue. "Boys?" he asked. "Since when have boys been interested in you?" he asked. "Daddy!" screamed Meghan. "I'm just fooling, but you know watch yourself around them, ok? And maybe I could meet them. Bring them by the house tonight," he stated. "Sure," said Meghan hugging him.
Then the news caught her eye. "Dad, put on the news," she said seriously. "Ok," said her dad. Her pressed the mute button again and the anchorwoman was speaking
Authorities believe that this is the work of the serial killer that has been in the area for quite some time. His victims have now reached a number of 12. The victim was 19 year old Brian Gloss. Please, be aware that there is a 7:00 curfew for the Enid area. Let us hope and pray that this latest victim may be his last.
The woman steeped aside and Meghan got a good look at the area. It was right near the place she had been last night. So maybe the shape shifter was there last night, just in hiding. I know where that is, she said in her mind. Meghan then kissed her dad bye and rushed out the door. She didn't even hear her dad say be careful.
She felt no sadness to Brain. None whatsoever. He treated her like dirt since kindergarten. Why should she feel sorrow?
She raced on her feet to the area she had saw on TV. the same spot she was last night. It was easy to find it. Finally, she had reached the spot.
Meghan stopped in her tracks. There in front of her were her 2 saviors. They had their guns again. Can't ever separate a boy from his gun, her mind rattled. "Dean! Sam!" she called out. The two brother had heard her voice and turned around. "Hey Meghan!" called Sam. Dean, as last time, grunted. Meghan rushed up to them. "I saw the news," she stated. "So did we," said Dean. "He was in this area last night wasn't he? He got Brian," she said coolly. "I'm sorry for your loss," said Sam.
"It's no big deal. The big lug had it coming anyway," she said. Sam and Dean were surprised to hear that coming from her. "What did you just say?" asked Dean. "What?" asked Meghan. "You just said that it was no big deal," he said. "So?" she asked, now taking steps back. Dean walked forward until he had her pinned against a huge tree.
"You don't think that I could have-" she said until Dean put his gun to her chin. "What the fuck are you doing!" she yelled. "Getting the truth," pointed Dean.