Good Night Sweetheart

Crazy

Libby POV

What the hell am I doing? I know this is crazy, and I can't explain it, but I don’t want to be here alone, and I don't want to bother Megan. She still doesn't know what happened in that office, and I don’t want to tell her yet. I know she would flip out and completely lose it if she knew. I love her, but I can't hear what I know she'll say, and I don't want to be the one to calm her down when I don’t even feel okay about it. The only thing that seems to make me feel safe and sane is Keith, and I don’t know why but the feeling of safety I get when I'm with him is more than I can ask for.

I just need a day or two then I can face the world again. I tell myself as I gather a few things; I just need to know that Barns is really gone if I could be sure that he really left or was arrested, then I'll be okay. I keep telling myself all of this, trying to find a reason as to why I'm doing something so out of character. I only wish I could explain this feeling I have when I'm with him that doesn't make me sound utterly insane. It's like a pull. I can't fight and don't want really want to, and that makes no sense to me at all.

Looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I sigh, feeling like I have lost my mind, but at the same time, I almost don't care. What is happening, and why do I dream of him? I have seen him in every dream since the day I first ran into him. I must be crazy. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. When he kissed me though, it's like the stars aligned or something you only read about. I want to know him and be near him. That's all I know for sure at this moment, as crazy as it all seems.

I've never been one to act on impulse, and all of this is so far out of my comfort zone I don’t know what to do. I should be acting more rashly, but my head feels so conflicted about everything. I hardly know him, but at the same time, it feels like I have known him forever. How does that even make sense right now? Not to mention he kissed me, and I let him. I even wanted him to. I breathe out heavily, sitting on the lid of the toilet. Running my hands in my hair, holding my head as I prop my elbows on my knees.

Take things slow you will just stay on the couch and nothing more. Get to know him and take things slowly. I tell myself over and over, and it helps, it's only for a few days till they find and arrest that creep, Barns. It can't take them that long to find him, can it?

Reaching an agreement with myself, I decide I better leave the bathroom and get a change of clothes. I also need to find my backpack.

Keith keeps telling me he's happy to have me, and I know I have asked so many times, but I can't help it. How is he so sure? Does he feel what I feel? He asked if I was ready, and I nodded, looking around one last time.

"It's only a couple of days. I'm sure Barns will be found by then," I state plainly, like it makes what I'm doing less insane. He smiles warmly, but there is a hint of something else, maybe sadness.

"Okay, then, a couple of days." He smiles, turning, and I follow him out to the car.

"LIBBY!" Megan yells, running at me, wrapping her arms around me in a bone-crushing hug. "Libby, have they called you yet?" she huffs; out of breath, Matt walks up fast behind her.

"Has who called me?" I'm confused, and Matt is glaring at Keith for some reason, but Megan grabs my arms.

"The police." Her hushed voice is barely audible over the passing cars.

"No." My eyes go wide. "Why do they want to talk to me." I flounder, but really, I should have expected it. I was probably the last one that may have seen him yesterday.

"I'm not supposed to know, but they found some disturbing things, and he was watching you, Libby. Don't ask me how I know, but that's what I heard, and they will want to see you. They have already talked to some of the others, and the last time I saw you, he had called you to his office. What happened to you, Libby?" her face is full of worry, and Matt hasn't stopped watching Keith.

"Hey, Libby, come home with us," Matt interjects before I can answer. Matt is generally so friendly, and I can't think why he's looking at Keith the way he is. Even Keith is looking at him warily. What is wrong with them?

"Come on, Libby." Matt holds out to me, but I swear Keith nearly growls, stepping in the way. Matt does growl, and I'm stuck staring at them. Megan Looks less shocked and more worried than anything else.

"What is wrong with you two?" I'm getting frustrated now and just want answers. "Someone better tell me what is going on. Do you know each other or something."

"Nope, I don't need to know him. Just get away from him, and let’s go." Matt spits out, and I have never seen him angry before. Keith is standing there in front of me, every muscle in him clenched.

"She is just fine with me. we'll be going now." Keith gets the words out through clenched teeth glaring at Matt. Megan steps in, standing in front of Matt, now putting her hand on his chest.

"Let me talk to her," Megan says quietly to Matt, but we are all on edge, and I don't even know why.

"Libby, please just come with us, okay?" She pleads, and I'm lost as to what to do now. Both men look like they may kill each other with me stuck in the middle.

"She doesn't know what he is," Matt states, never taking his eyes off Keith.

Megan takes my hand, pulling me close to her, Keith looks like he wants to stop her, but he doesn't. I just want someone to tell me what is going on already.

"Libby, you are my best friend, and I really think you should come back to our place. Okay, we can talk there." Megan tries, but for some reason, I can't. I don’t have a good reason why I just hate the idea of leaving Keith.

"I was only going to stay a couple of days, Meg. I'm really okay. He's been nothing but kind to me. you don’t understand what happened." Whispering the words hoping no one can hear me. "Barns came after me. I barely got away from him. I managed to kick him off me and hit him with my bag. I ran and hid from him, but Keith found me somehow, and I don't know what it is, but" I trail off, unsure how to explain what I feel.

"It's like a pull." Megan finishes my sentence.