FALLEN

Chapter Two.

Liza POV.

I really don't know why I got angry with my friends but I knew it was stupid. I should just have allowed them to explain, but I just left. I'll try calling them today, so we could resolve everything out, I feel like a brat as I hadn't talked too them since the last two days.

My phone was ringing, bringing me back to reality.

"Hi!," I say while checking my caller ID.

"Hey, how are you?" Jack ask.

"I'm great and you?" I ask as I dry my hair.

"I'm not fine, at all."

"What's the matter?"

"Well, if you could go out with me this evening, I'll be very happy."

I couldn't really call Jack my friend, he is more like my sex friend, which means when I feel like it or him like it we get together. We had never gone on a date, it's just a mutual feeling or I think it was.

"Please don't say no. We haven't ever gone on a real date, let's just try it," Jack says trying to convince me.

"Okay, I'll be ready by six."

"Thanks, I'll pick you."

"Bye,"immediately I hangup, my doorbell buzzes.

"Who's that?" I ask as I make my way over to the door, wearing my crop top and bomshort.

"Good morning ma'am,I brought your mail," the mailman answers while handing me my mail.

"Oh, thanks and bye," I say taking my mails and shutting the door.

I kept the mails on my table and went to make coffee. I opened the mails, some of them I requested for, others were letters from my writers club and the last one, had no address or name, curiosity takes the better part of me and I tear the envelope open.

I suddenly froze as I read my mail, my blood running cold and the hairs on the back of my neck stands at alert. I dashed to my door and bolted it, closed my windows and called detective John Travis. I didn't even know I had his number stuck up in my head.

"Hello," a male deep voice speaks up on the second ring.

"Am I speaking with detective John Travis?" a terrified part of me ask.

"Yes, who is this?"

"Is Liza Owen, he sent me a letter through mail."

"I'm on my way, just lock everywhere, i'm coming. I'll be there in ten minutes."

"But it's an hour drive."

"Not anymore."

After some few minutes, my doorbell rings, I immediately open the door, knowing fully well that it was John. Immediately, I saw him I ran straight into his arms.

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John POV.

As the call came through to my office and she identified herself and told me what was wrong, I got angry with the guy, who was making her scared. The drive was an hour drive but I reached there in ten minutes, when she opened the door and I looked in her eyes, I knew she was scared to death, and then she ran to my arms. I didn't want to let go of her.

I wanted to protect her from the harsh world. I wanted to devour her and tell her things, I never thought I could say again and when she let go of me, I saw she was crying and my anger grew.

"Where is it?" I asked her while holding her hands.

"In the dining room," she answered shaking.