Page 4 of Biker Boo
He justwatches.
A spike of fear slices through my chest, and then melts, quickly, horribly, into something hotter.He’s not wearing a costume, far as I can tell.Just darkness.A silhouette.I can’t see his face, but I swear to God, I can feel himsmiling.
I step back, my breath hitching.My nipples pebble under my tank top.My body’s not nearly as scared as my brain is.
And maybe that’s what scares me most.
Because I’ve been followed before.Catcalled.Cornered.Laughed at.Touched without permission.Iknowwhat fear feels like.
But this?
This is something else entirely.
This isexcitement.
It’s the kind of fear that runs its tongue along your pulse and whisperswhat ifinto your ear.It’s the feeling you get right before the roller coaster drops, before the scream escapes.
It’shim.
And it’s not just tonight.This ain’t the first time I’ve had that feeling, that someone’s watching.Especially on Halloween.But it’s the first time, I’ve been sure.The first time I’vewantedit.
I lean against the wall, forehead pressed to the cool drywall, heart drumming wild in my chest.
“Who are you?”I whisper to no one.
But deep down… Idon’twant to know.
I go to the back door, the one with the broken step and the view of the woods.My fingers tremble on the handle.
Do I open it?
Hell no.
But I want to.
I want to open it and step barefoot onto the dirt.I want to see if he’ll come closer.I want to see what kind of monster watches a girl like this, in the dark, on Halloween, in a trailer at the outskirts of town in Crooked Creek Hollow.
And more than that?
I want to know what kind of girlIam, for wanting it back.
Then he’s gone like the wind.Nothing but emptiness.
Slinking back to the couch, I wonder if it’s only my imagination?Am I so heartbroken, my mind is creating a man who actually wants me?One who wants me so much he’d creep outside my trailer, watching me.
Patiently waiting, for what?
Resuming the movie, I ignore the severed head rolling, the dead eyes.I close my eyes and wish I could rewind time.
Back before Legend kissed me like I was the only girl he ever wanted.
Back before he broke my heart all over again for the millionth time.
It’s last Tuesday, a week before Halloween, and the sky’s already bruising purple when I knock on the Lockup’s door.
I’m wearing the dress Legend said he liked, the tight black one with the cherry print.I even curled my hair.I look like a pin-up from the fifties but with sick tattoos and piercings, and nails that could slit throats.Stupid, I know, but I thought… maybe this time.
Maybe our Prez would finally pick me.
