Chapter 4 – Night Visitor

It was a long night and I was exhausted. The detectives were a pain, making me repeat parts of my life over and over, asking me stupid questions and all in all being annoying. If I could I would have melted their mouths shut. But like Reese had said, injuring officers wasn't taken lightly and I had no intention of becoming my father. Violence was something I tried to avoid even though I did have a short fuse, I tried to keep myself in check. But it wasn't such a loss, at least Drake was sensible enough to put a leash on his partners when I started to slip. I didn't want to hurt anyone and when I get angry I sometime loose my control. It doesn't happen often but I was sitting in that dump for over four hours and my lack of sleep was taking its toll. So when I was finally let off the hook I was relived and pissed as hell. I had to get home and finish my work, the problem here being that I had to find a way home. The station way clear across town from where I lived and walking would take me at least an hour. But I suppose life was giving me a break when Drake popped up behind me.

"Hey kiddo, come on, we'll give you a ride. Reese and I are leaving anyway." Winking at me he led me to a sleek black mustang. Classic ride. Not that I am a fan of cars but it was definitely a beautiful vehicle. Reese was leaning on the driver's door smirking at me.

"You like it?" I shrugged nonchalantly. I wasn't going to complement him for anything after putting me through shit for the last four and a half hours.

"Common get in, just throw your stuff in the trunk and we'll be off." I put my backpack and guitar in the trunk and turned to get into the car. A shiver ran up my back. Someone was watching me. I tuned back and looked around the parking lot. I learned at a young age how to always be aware of my surroundings. Mr. Wong made sure that I knew how to always know what was going on around me. I could always sense if things were off, and right now every fiber on my being was telling me something was wrong. Very wrong. Outside the station some officers were smoking, but other than that no one else. I looked towards the surrounding buildings. There was no one on the sidewalks but I could feel someone staring at me from the alley way. Reese's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Get a move kid, the world won't stop and we got work in 5 hours, so get your pretty self in the car." Did he just try to talk me up! Things keep getting weirder and weirder in my life. Shaking my head, I made my way into the car giving the area on last glance. Drake's eyes were closed and it seemed like he was sleeping. I was mistaken when he turned and looked at me questioningly.

"You ok? You seem spooked." I shook my head and shot him a glare.

"I never get spooked." I didn't like how these two just act as if I'm someone they've known for a long time. Again I shook my head and looked around the inside of the car while Reese pulled out of the lot and turned to the general direction of my home. I guess they already know where I live, to my utter dismay.

The car's leather interior was also jet black. It seemed like the car was Reese's pride and joy. I snorted to myself, not lady like but who really cares. Drake laughed lightly and Reese shot him questioning glance. He just shook his head and Reese turned back to driving. I wasn't very comfortable with Drake around, he seemed… off.

It was 4 in the morning when Reese and Drake dropped me off on the corner of my apartment building. According to them, their conscience wouldn't allow them to let a young girl walk all that way home alone in the dark. I wasn't going to argue since it would have been a bitch if I had to stay around and wait for the bus. And even then I wouldn't guarantee that I would be able to stay awake the whole ride.

I walked into my apartment, the usual clutter in the living room, the only difference being that my father wasn't in front of the TV. He usually falls asleep watching the late night porn on the tube unless he had 'company' over. But as far as I remembered, last night's tart had left. I walked through the kitchen and into my father's bedroom. Just like the living room it was cluttered and messy, but my father wasn't there either. I wasn't one to care much but I didn't appreciate changes that I was not aware of. Not that I'm one for routine, but surprises were not my thing. Walking back out, I noticed that my bedroom was still locked so there was no way he was in there. This was not normal and I was becoming uneasy, he usually never left the apartment and if he did he would at least leave a note. My father was an ass and a slob, but he had some sense left in him not to piss me off completely. Even he knew that if I lost complete control, he wouldn't be able to stop me. Sighing I stalked into the bathroom to check that he didn't drown himself in the tub. He wasn't there either. The feeling I got in the parking lot came back. There was something wrong here, very wrong. Where the hell was my father? And why the hell was I all of a sudden very quiet, even the neighbors were silent and I knew for a fact that the punks that lived above us never slept till 7 in the morning.

I grabbed my pocket knife and checked the apartment again. There was nothing amiss. I looked the front door securely and went to my room. Cautiously I unlocked the door and walked in. My window was open and my trunk was missing. Shit I was screwed. All my things were in that trunk. Fuck now what the hell was I supposed to do. As I neared the window, something on the fire escape caught my eye. There was a piece of paper tapped to the railing. Stepping out I grabbed it and opened it up.

Breakers Point

Dock C

Warehouse 12

9 pm

Across on the roof of the opposite building a shadow turned away, coat billowing in the slight breeze.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I might not be able to update on a regular basis for a while since I have finals this week, summer classes are a bitch. I get a week off after that before my fall term begins so I'll try to post as soon as I can whenever I can. See ya on the flyp syde...