Chapter 3 After Dark

Iziah;

Steps became so much harder when under the influence, Iziah knew this and yet she still insisted in getting so high and drunk that navigating her own bedroom became a mission. And yet she knew she wouldn't stop getting drunk or stoned on her rare three days off. People, like her Father, believed that she was an addict but with her job, she needed something to take away the faces. Iziah had worked for the coroners office longer than she cared to count, she loved her job, cutting open people and figuring out what no one else could. The part she didn't like was the autopsies she had to complete on children or the ederly, it was a part of the job she didn't like but leaving wasn't an option, because as much as she hated that part, she at least tended to them with love and care, not something she had seen with other Drs, Iziah knew she was being harsh but she didn't care, not after what she had saw with little Suzie Johnson.

Each step she took she got higher and higher, knowing that soon the door would be in sight. Creaks and groans ushered under her socked feet, her hand reaching in the dark, just before the knob came into reach, she randomly banged on the wall.

"The time is Midnight"

Iziah let out a laugh, glad that Rae had put in some many random buttons, at least one of them was fucking clock. Two seconds later the basement door flung open and Iziah was coated with more darkness except a lone light over the dining room table which had a very big shadow. Her hand instantly went to her hip only to find in her drunk-high state she had forgotten her knives, no matter even in her state she knew how to defend herself.

The firgure just stared at her and she at it, her hazy gaze looking past him and at the glass ranch slider behind him, Raven's garage light was still on, even if Iziah was defenceless, she knew Raven wouldn't be.

"Raven! Guy at the table!?"

"He's meant to be there, fine so far!"

Happy with her sister's analysis Iziah went back to stumbling around the kitchen looking for food, the stranger's gaze kept on her following her every movement. Iziah pretended to be searching but she was keeping her silver stare on the strange guy. Finally she picked out about nine packets of chips and a packet of biscuits.

Iziah loaded up with goodies looked at him one last time, trying to decide whether or not he was handsome. He gave a her a gentle smile, trying to at least to be nice.

"I'm Randy"

"Whatever situation you got yourself into you can get yourself out of, I'm far to drunk and stoned"

Iziah turned on her heel and went back to her basement, juggling her goodies and the knob to her room muttering about the stranger.

"Everytime she brings one home they hit on me, seriously Rae, can you bring home one fucker that doesn't hit on me"

Thankfully Iziah didn't hear Randy laughing as she slammed her door shut.

Randy had just seen the reason why living here wouldn't be so bad.