Page 22 of Damaged
Slipping the magnetic tracker out of my pocket and sliding it just under the back wheel weld, I quickly dart away. When I hearthe roar of the engine, I know she is as good as she told him she was.
The car is thrown into reverse, sliding just slightly on the gravel ground. I can hear her peal of laughter from inside the Mustang, making me smile. When the vehicle is put into drive, I take the opportunity to slowly stand from behind the blue Toyota that was directly beside the one she just stole.
Just as she drives past me, our eyes connect again. The electric energy between us is palpable. I feel this tether between us, and I know she feels it too, but she keeps driving as she says something to her passenger, making him turn his entire body in my direction.
I watch as she drives off, keeping my eyes on the vehicle the entire time, when I see him glare at me through the back window as they pass under an overhead lamp.
For the first time since seeing her, an insidious smile lifts the side of my lips knowing…her time with him is coming to an end.
As soon as I get back to my car, I slide in and open the tracker app on my phone. Not sure what these two are up to, but I will find out soon enough.
A little over three hours later, after leaving Belleville, I pull up near the little red Mustang they had stolen. Parking a couple of cars away on the other side of the road, I turn my car off and sit back waiting to see what they will do. I can tell they are still sitting in the car and are talking to one another.
I only have to wait a few minutes until they both exit the car. Slowly, they approach a tan two story house with baby blue accents and a small front porch leading into it. There’s not much to this place, and all the windows are dark. It’s very simplistic in stature with barely anything around the front, plus the neighborhood is quiet especially with how late it is.
Walking across the grass, they both head straight to the latched door attached to the white PVC fence that obscures the backyard. That’s a little odd. If they lived here or knew the person who does, they would go to the front door…wouldn’t they?
Once they slip through the door, I exit my car after removing my Sig P365 from my center console and slide it into the back of my jeans and then follow them quietly, walking to where they just disappeared to the back. I’m approaching the fence when I hear the faint sound of breaking glass. As I peek around the edge of the fence, I see she’s already gone and watch him climb down through the small basement window.
A light turns on upstairs, the light shining on the front lawn, and I know immediately they are definitely breaking into this property for some reason or another. Curiosity has my head reeling but immediately goes to my beauty and what happens if the resident here has a gun?
Jogging over, I get down on all fours to peek through the edge of the window, staying out of sight but still able to see inside. With how dark it is out here, I can just barely see the outline of them moving near the stairs. I decide to stay where I am, in case she needs me.
When the door at the top of the stairs opens, the light pours down into the basement, illuminating the top of the stairs only. They move against the wall that the stairs are attached to.
“Hello?” I hear a male voice call out from the open door. “Who’s there?”
My little beauty and her annoying boy toy look at one another with confusion on their faces before stepping further back to be covered by more of the darkness.
What have these two gotten themselves into? As my heartbeat speeds up, I try keeping my breaths even. The only way I will be able to help her, is if I’m ready to move at the drop of a hat.
The creaking of the wooden steps can be heard reverberating through the room just enough to give you that horror movie style feeling. My eyes reluctantly leave my beauty to see who it is that they’re here for.
Sock covered feet move obnoxiously slow down the staircase into the basement, step by step. The further this guy moves, the more I can see he’s carrying a wooden bat in his hands, ready to swing at anything that moves.
He had better hope he doesn’t plan on swinging that at my girl…because it will be the last thing he does.
Stopping about three steps from the floor, he peers over the simple wooden banister, looking left and then right in the darkened basement. I can see he’s nervous.
“Hello?” he says a little louder this time.
My eyes roll at this guy being such a fucking pussy right now. Scared of the unknown inside his own fucking basement. I just want to shout,Be a fucking man!
Everything is eerily quiet, while they each wait the other out. Something catches my eye just behind the homeowner, small and moving stealthily down the steps. He doesn’t see it until it’s just one step away, looking up at him and meows loudly, making him jump.
His sudden movement scares the little cat, who skitters the rest of the way down the stairs, his nails scratching along the wood and then the cement, running into the dark basement to hide among a bunch of boxes and old forgotten items.
“Shit,” he curses, stomping down the last three steps as he calls out to the feline. “Straya. Come here, you little shit.”
The bat is brought down to his side and held in just one hand as he looks in the direction the animal ran, which happens to be on the opposite side of the room from the two intruders lying in wait for him. The reason for him coming down in the first place…easily forgotten.
Leaning the bat against the wall, he gets down on one knee looking behind some boxes in the corner. “Pssss, pssst, pssst…here kitty kitty.” I can hear him calling to the cat.
Movement from the other side, I see my beauty slowly moving behind him. Now my heart is really racing. I’m excited to see what she will do, but nervous wondering what will happen. Right when the homeowner picks up the cat into his arms, he stands up, turning around. His eyes go wide as he stops dead in his tracks when he sees her standing behind him. Face paling significantly, he stutters, “K-Kata… wh-what–”
Well, that’s intriguing. He speaks to her as if he knows her. Maybe that’s what this is all about. She’s here for a specific reason. I didn’t think she broke into this house by mistake.
Taking one more step closer to him, her face is illuminated in the light shining down from the stairs. I can only see the profile of her face, but her fury is vividly radiant, and my girl wears it gloriously. It’s then that I see she has a long neck glass vase in her grasp. But the guy she’s facing off with doesn’t see it until it’s too late, and she swings and smashes it against his head.
