Scared
566 Words
I slammed the truck to a stop and
flew out of it as Samanthaa quickly hurried
to me from the front porch. I didn’t miss
noticing the fact that she held my gun in
one hand.
I hugged her and felt rage course
through me as I felt the tremors of fear
that were shaking through her still. What
or who had caused this?
Wordlessly she pointed to the open door of the house and letting her go I
walked forward with the awareness of a
big cat ready to spring upon anything that
moved and rip it to death. I stepped
through the door and felt the essence of
her imbibed in the very atmosphere.
I loved her smell. She wore
perfumes, but beyond that there was a
smell that was just hers that I adored.
Cautiously I walked about not sure
what it was to be cautious of. I stepped
into the cabin’s lone bedroom and
scanned it.
All seemed fine except for one thing.
The piece of paper lying on the makeup
table situated before the room’s lone
mirror.
Slowly I approached until I could
read the note and as I did my hands
knotted into white knuckled fists. The
crudely written note read, “Your hair
sure is cute just like you. I’d like to
grip it in my fist and make a knot to
hold you by so I could make the rest of
your pale body as red as it. I won’t
harm a hair, just the rest of you.”
An automatic threat assessment
began firing off in my mind of the
possible candidates in a small logging
town that could have done something
like this. What I didn’t like most of all
was that what should have been a short
list wasn’t.
Logging towns always attracted crud
and Warbly was no different. I employed the most normal ones, but truly there
were a few I had I wouldn’t put
something like this past from doing.
The handwriting was not familiar,
and in fact, it was quite poorly done,
almost as if the writer had used his
opposite nondominant hand to do it and
that possibility troubled me the most as
it showed a deeper level of calculation
than anyone wanting to just pull off a bad
joke.
Everything about this was serious.
Samantha had come into the room.
“Did you call the town office?” I
asked.
She nodded.
I put my arm out and she stepped
quickly into my grasp and I led her back
outside. I felt powerless and yet I wasn’t.
Out loud as we both gazed
sightlessly at the beautiful fall vista
before us I said, “Dear God, please help
end this situation well. It’s not good and
one can feel powerless, but tempering
the unknown is that You are in control. I
humbly ask that You would take care of
the situation and keep Samantha safe and
free from fear.
Sirens were growing louder and
soon the scene was a virtual flood of
excitement. Things like this didn’t
happen in Warbly and being a small town, it seemed like everybody wanted
to get in on the action.
I hung around for a while and then
left. Samanthaa watched me go and it broke
my heart a little to see the woeful look
that was about her. What she didn’t
know was that I would be back.
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