Hey there! New chapter up! Sorry it took so long, I have been enjoying my summer vacation! When you get to the end, don't hate! I don't own anything. Hope you enjoy!

Italics = Gillian's thoughts


True to his word, Michael came out of the kitchen and dragged the body out of the living room. He took it out of the back door. Ten minutes later, he came back in. He looked at Gillian and simply said, "He is taken care of. There was a mother bear looking for food for her 3 cubs earlier." He walked back into the kitchen.

Gillian just sat there, waiting for Michael to come back in and sit down. I wonder how I should approach the subject. He seems like he wants to get it off of his chest, though. Maybe I am just here to hear his story. Maybe he will let me go. Michael came out carrying two plates, forks and napkins. He set them down on the table in front of Gillian. He smiled a genuine smile and went back. He certainly looks like a man with a lot of weight on his shoulders. I almost feel sorry for him. Whatever Cal did, if he did it, must have stayed on his mind for all of this time… how sad.

Michael came out of the kitchen, this time carrying a bowl of spaghetti. "I hope you don't mind spaghetti, but I use my own secret sauce. It was actually my grandmother's recipe. I hope you like it." He seems very genuine with what he is saying, but at the same time he looks very sad. I just don't know if he is sad about what he is going to tell me or about his grandmother. He placed the bowl on the table and spooned a helping onto Gillian's plate. Wow, this smells incredible. I hope he hasn't poisoned it, it would be a shame.

Before she ate, she voiced her concerns, "It smells delicious, but I hope it isn't—"

"Poisoned? No, never, I would never give anything to a person that would cloud their taste buds. That would be just cruel." He looked at her and then took a bite. Well, he is being truthful at what he just said. Good, I am starving! Gillian took a bite of the pasta and closed her eyes. Wow, this is amazing. If he wasn't my kidnapper and possibly my killer, I would have asked him out on a date. What am I saying, that was just ridiculous. Gillian opened her eyes to see that Michael was intently watching her. He mumbled, "What do you think?"

Gillian blushed a little and said, "It is very delicious. If you weren't a cook already, I would have suggested you to become one."

He simply said, "Thank you." They ate in silence for the rest of the meal. When they were done, he took the plates away and said, "I hope you saved room for dessert." He was in the kitchen for a couple minutes, when he walked out with some chocolate chip cookies on a plate. "This was all I had to come up with. I hope you don't mind." Are you flipping kidding me? I love chocolate chip cookies! Why is he being so nice to me? If I wasn't here against my will, I would say I was on a date. Okay, Gillian, stop with the dating scenario. Plus that is the third time that he has voiced his concern over his choice of food for me. Very strange.

She coughed and said, "I don't mind a bit. I love chocolate chip cookies. And with your declaration of untampered taste buds earlier, I know these will not be poisoned." She smiled and looked at his face for any deception, but she never saw any. So she happily bit into a warm cookie. Again, their dessert was eaten in silence. Once the cookies were devoured, Michael took the plate into the kitchen. He came back out and sat down, looking at Gillian patiently. What is he waiting for? Should I be asking him something? He has very kind eyes. I wonder if he is really going to kill me. He doesn't have eyes of a cold hearted killer. However, he hasn't talked about Cal yet. The little he did, I could see the anger raising up in him like a monster coming out of a cave. I guess I am the one to ask the first question.

Gillian looked down and swiped away imaginary dirt from her clothes. "So… what happened all those years ago between you and Cal?"

Michael smiled sadly and said, "Cal murdered my girlfriend." He looked at the clock while Gillian was frozen by shock. "I think we will need a drink. I am sure Cal has made you into a scotch drinker. Let me go get a bottle and some glasses and we can talk about it." He got up and walked into the kitchen. Cal… murdering someone? That is impossible. A memory came bubbling to her mind, almost drowning her. It is Cal who always says that nothing is impossible.


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