All That Matters: A Duskwood Fanfic

12- They Aren't Playing Around

After a few movies with Lily and Jessy, in whicAfter a few movies with Lily and Jessy, in which there had been a full argument about Jessy wanting to watch a horror movie with Lily and I refusing, I returned to my room. As soon as I unlocked the door, I knew something was different. The door closed softly behind me blanketing me in complete darkness. There was no other movement as I held my breathe. Slowly I reached up and flicked on the lights which revealed a complete mess. Clothes everywhere; every single item I'd brought with me had been flung across the room. I reached down pulling the shreds of one of my favorite shirts. They'd shredded my clothes. My clothes. Like they'd been hiding Jake in the seams or something.

I carefully stepped around the room checking every nook and cranny for the culprit, as if they'd still be around. They weren't, luckily.

Judging by the total decimation of everything I owned, the lack of a Jake sighting was wearing on their patience. They were getting restless...and for the first time I truly felt like I was in danger. Like they would stop at nothing, even taking someone innocent...well, not innocent, down.

The floorboard I'd wiggled loose in the closet looked undisturbed. Sinking to my knees I pulled it up. Sitting tucked underneath was the black hoodie Jake had worn, and the burner phone I used to communicate with him. I slipped the hoodie on wrapping my arms around myself, clutching the phone. Thank God they didn't find this. It would have been all the proof they needed that Jake had gotten out. I shuddered at the thought. I would not let this phone out of my sight again.

Clicking on Alan's number the phone began to ring. It was late, nearly midnight. I wasn't sure if he was even up. Several rings later I was about to hang up with he answered.

"Charlee. Is everything alright?" Alan's voice was alert, he gave no signs if he had been sleeping. I guess being a police officer you got used to late night phone calls.

"Okay? Well, let's see-I just got back to my room and every single thing I have is ripped to shreds. Does that sound okay to you?" I couldn't keep the anger and annoyance out of my voice. While deep down I knew that it wasn't Alan's fault this happened I found myself blaming him anyway. I shouldn't have been surprised by this; I'd already seen that they would bend the rules to get Jake.

"I'm on my way." Alan's voice also held anger, but there was something else lacing his words I couldn't quite put my finger on.h there had been a full argument about Jessy wanting to watch a horror movie with Lily and I refusing, I returned to my room. As soon as I unlocked the door, I knew something was different. The door closed softly behind me blanketing me in complete darkness. There was no other movement as I held my breathe. Slowly I reached up and flicked on the lights which revealed a complete mess. Clothes everywhere; every single item I'd brought with me had been flung across the room. I reached down pulling the shreds of one of my favorite shirts. They'd shredded my clothes. My clothes. Like they'd been hiding Jake in the seams or something.

I carefully stepped around the room checking every nook and cranny for the culprit, as if they'd still be around. They weren't, luckily.

Judging by the total decimation of everything I owned, the lack of a Jake sighting was wearing on their patience. They were getting restless...and for the first time I truly felt like I was in danger. Like they would stop at nothing, even taking someone innocent...well, not innocent, down.

The floorboard I'd wiggled loose in the closet looked undisturbed. Sinking to my knees I pulled it up. Sitting tucked underneath was the black hoodie Jake had worn, and the burner phone I used to communicate with him. I slipped the hoodie on wrapping my arms around myself, clutching the phone. Thank God they didn't find this. It would have been all the proof they needed that Jake had gotten out. I shuddered at the thought. I would not let this phone out of my sight again.