Me: So sorry for the late update. My muse was being rebellious on me. This chapter was a little shorter then the others but I hope that you enjoy it all the same. Thanks to Alyce Dreameater and Guest for reviewing so far. Don't worry the mystery person will be revealed soon enough. *Wink*
My Auntie told me that I needed to calm down when I showed the text. She grasped my shoulders and stared at me with dead serious teal eyes.
"Look, I don't blame you for being afraid. Don't worry your cute little head, he wouldn't take you, I promise." I smiled at my Auntie's fierceness. She may have been a very bubbly lady, but when it came to me, she was like a mother lion. I hugged her and smiled.
"Thanks Auntie." I walked up to my room slowly and looked in my mirror. My hair was growing longer and you could see my light colored roots starting to show. I sighed as I brushed my hair over my shoulder and picked up the silver scissors from my dresser drawer, starting to cut my hair to a little shy of my neck and giving my head a shake. I set the scissors down after a few minutes of cutting away the black dyed locks.
"Auntie! I'm going to get some more hair dye." I called as I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door.
"Okay, don't be took long." I headed towards the dollar store where I greeted the manager. I smiled and waved as I headed for the hair care aisle. I scanned though the colors, and picked the one labeled 'Midnight'. I walked up to the counter and payed without a word. Slipping the item in my jacket pocket, I walked slowly down the street, my mind spinning. How could HE find me? I thought that he wanted me dead, how would he know that I lived in Sweet Amoris? That was the question I wondered, but didn't have the answer for. I sighed though my nose as I continued to walk. I turned and looked over my shoulder to see a motorcycle pulling up beside me.
"You know, someone like you shouldn't be out here when it's dark." I frowned at the voice, kind of annoyed him was teasing me.
"Oh buzz off, Red. I'm not in any mood." I told him and quickened my pace. He revved his bike and pulled up next to me again. I knew that Castiel hated how I called him Red because of his firetruck red hair. It pissed him off to no end, and I just thought it was amusing to see him get mad like a little kid.
"Who pissed in your cereal?" He asked and I resisted the urge to lash out at him.
"I have too much on my mind." I answered simply and he grunted.
"I don't get you, Lexus. One second, you're cold and hard, and the next, you're all friendly. What the hell is up with that?" I turned and glared at him.
"What's it to you?" He stopped his bike and glared back at me. Well, I'm pretty sure he was glaring at me, I couldn't see under his black screen on his helmet.
"Look, You're not like other girls. You're a badass." I inwardly smiled at what sounded like it was supposed to be a compliment.
"Whatever." I mumbled, continuing my way, failing to take notice that there was a black car waiting in the alley. I walked at a steady pace until I got to my apartment building. I walked up the stairs when I stopped and glanced over to see a black car I didn't recognize pull into the parking lot. I frowned I saw it, but I shrugged it off and entered my apartment. I greeted my Auntie and she told me to eat before dying my hair again.
"Why?" I asked.
"Have you smelled that stuff? It would make anyone lose their appetite." I crinkled my nose and gave in. Later, I was doing my homework when my phone vibrated. I hesitated, before taking it and seeing that someone was trying to call me. I hit the talk button and placed the phone to my ear.
"Hello?" No voice came from the other side. Only heavy breaths, like someone had just dashed a marathon.
"Hello?" I asked, getting very creped out. After a few moments, I hung up, only to have my phone ring again. The breathing sounded again and breathy words come out. My eyes widened when I recognized the voice.
"I'm... Coming... For... You...Lia." I quickly hung up my phone and tossed it across the room. Surprisingly, it didn't break. I placed a hand on my forehead.
"God damn, why the hell is he pulling this shit?" I licked my lips. I turned and opened my window, sat down at my desk with my head in my hands. My eyes trained on my closet. I knew it was in there, buried under the amounts of clothing that I had. I hadn't looked at it in months. Like it a trance, I stood, walked over and swung open my closet doors and pulled out the large rectangle from the shelf with the sheet covering it, placing it on my bed. The sheet that was covering it was discolored and warn. I hesitated before grabbing the edge of the sheet and ripping it off to reveal the canvas that was covered in steaks of black, purple and crimson acrylic paint. This was one of the first pieces that I painted. It was about a year since I was sent to live with my Auntie when I had painted it.
"You need a medium to channel your emotions." She had told me. She suggested trying different forms of art and I started with painting. After staring at the canvas for a few long minutes, I sighed and placed the sheet back over it and placed in back in my closet. I flopped on my bed, staring at my ceiling. I sighed and took a shower to wash out the extra dye. Then I went to bed, wondering if he did find me.