Unloved (Part 4)

"James, I'm gonna head out and make you dinner tonight, so don't eat until I get home, alright?" Elizabeth grabbed the keys and dashed out the door, stuffing the plate of food down her throat, "By the way, this is delicious! Thank you so much James!" As soon as Elizabeth left the door, James sank down in the sofa chair in front of the television. He sat still-a statue almost, staring blankly at the flat screen 42" television, deep in thought. He hadn't let go of that Summer day yet, and Melody nonetheless. Suddenly, he ran from the living room to the restroom and stopped when he found the mirror. He looked closely, as if he didn't recognize his reflection, and stroked the right side of his face. Since the accident, the right side of his face has numerous scars, not exactly horrifying, but James had curcled in on himself and didn't allow himself back on his legs. He stared for a minute, laughing, as if he found it humorous, but he sighed and stroked his cheek.

"A man's scar is a man's medal," he mumbled quietly.

Elizabeth was out on the town at Albertsons trying to find ingredients for James's dinner. She stopped at the steak refridgerator and stood deep in thought. In the corner of the store on top of the refridgerator was a mirror, one that was bent into a bulbous shape. In the corner of her eye, she could see a man, but when she was absolutely sure her mind was clear, she took another glance-nothing. "My paranoia is getting worse day by day.." she continued to shop. She grabbed a blood soaked styrofoam tray that had two steaks, a few spices, a bottle of Berry's wine, and checked out. By the time she finished, the sky had become dark. The sky was dark, clouds blocked out the moon, and cold winds blew violently. She got near to the end of the parking lot, under the parking lot light was the red BMW convertible, James's car. As she began to the load the trunk, a man grabbed her from behind the waist, "Miss, you better tell that weeping boyfriend of yours that he better pay up before you and him both become like that bitch last Summer!". Elizabeth was then freed, but when she turned with horrified eyes, the man was gone. The drive home was tedious; Elizabeth's mind was running with thoughts of what the man had meant, but it did not come clear-the pieces did not fit.

To be continued.....