Her Unknown World

Chapter 8

Liam’s fingers were laced in mine as I filled my lungs before walking back into his dad’s office. What could this man possibly have left to tell me?

The office was filled with light as we walked in. It looks as though Liam’s Gran had pulled back the large heavy curtains on the back wall to reveal a beautiful window. She stood looking through a bookcase just off to the side of it.

The natural light allowed me to look around the office with more ease. Right behind Mr. Moran was a large painting of a mountain range that showed a cliff face plummeting down to a river that flowed around the curves of the land. It was beautiful.

Below it was a table that was filled with pictures. I could see pictures of who looked to be Liam when he was younger and I’m guessing a younger brother or cousin maybe. Some of the pictures showed Liam’s mom, her beautiful blonde hair and brown eyes. A picture of Liam as a little boys being held in his mom’s arms with big smiles on both of their faces gave a tug at my heart.

Mr. Moran was still sitting at his leather studded office chair as he glance through a few papers, before noticing that we had come back to the office. He gave a small smile for such a big man. He was easily over six feet tall, I bet Liam was just as tall, if not taller than him. Truly, Liam looked a lot like his dad, I cannot imagine what features he had gotten from his mom.

I returned his smile with a meek one of my own. I still wasn’t sure how I should be feeling about the idea that my parents were killed by someone. I have so many questions running around in my mind that I want to ask him.

Liam quickly pulled on my hand to escort me to the same set of chairs we were just sitting in before. I’m not sure why, but sitting in this chair now feels different.

“Cecily, can you tell me about what you experienced right before my son picked you up to come here?” Well, at least it was about today and not having to relive my painful past.

I went on to tell him about how I had gone on a run, I conveniently left out how I had come across a bridge that brought back thoughts of my parents, and was confronted by an out of place guy. I continued on to tell him how uncomfortable the guy had made me feel and his weird behavior. He really seemed like he was out of place and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. I could feel Liam squeezing ahold of my hand tighter. He was getting really tense next to me.

Then, my mind instantly flashed to the larger than life wolf. His black fur really stood out to me. He was definitely larger than any other wolf that I have ever seen before. Now, thinking back on it that thundering sound that I heard behind me going through the wooded area beside me, was the wolf.

“The man that you ran into works for Keogh. He had told him that he found you and I’m sure was then told pursue you.” My eyes dropped in question to Mr. Moran’s words. Pursue me? But I don’t remember seeing the man after I turned to head back to my house. Just more questions.

“But I didn’t see him after I headed away from him?” I asked.

“That’s because he turned into the wolf.” Mr. Moran responded. “He’s a werewolf.” I couldn’t help the laugh that had left my lips. I waited for a moment for the rest of them to join in on the laugh, but they never did. My eyes darted over to Liam.

“He’s serious, Cecily.” My heart stopped. This was why he brought me here? For some joke that he got his dad to be a part of. It was all just a joke to Liam in the end. I feel so ridiculous for falling for all of this.

I dropped Liam’s hand away from mine. I jumped from my seat and again headed for the office door. I was done being made a foul of. I was no longer going to be a part of his joke. I should have known better.

I ran down the hall back towards the front door. I could start to feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I’m so mad at myself for falling for it. I flung the front door open with so much force, I know it had to hit the wall behind it.

“Cecily!” I heard Liam yell for me. “Cecily, wait!” I started to feel panic in my chest. I couldn’t let him reach me.

I dashed down the stairs, skipping two or three at a time. s**t. It was only once I reached the driveway that realized I didn’t have my car. Liam had driven us here.

I sprinted over to his car to see that Liam had left his keys in the car. It was my only out. I jumped into the driver seat of his car and fired up the engine. Turning my head to my left I could see Liam just reached the front door and started bounding down the steps. I threw the vehicle into drive, sending it forward with a jump.

“Cecily, please!” I heard him yelling. I looked up in the rear view mirror to see him running after me. As the car approached the entrance gate, I could tell that it was beginning to open. Luckily, the guard recognizes the vehicle as Liam’s and think nothing of it being him leaving.

Pointing the car in the direction of my house, I hit the steering wheel with so much force that it hurt my hand. I was so mad. Mad at Mr. Moran, mad at Liam, mad at myself. How could I possibly be so stupid to think that Liam really liked me and wanting to be with me. I’m sure he’s going to call Rachel later and tell her all about how he had me going, thinking he was serious.

I slowly pulled his black vehicle up in front of my house. I know that when my aunt sees Liam’s vehicle parked in front of our house that she wont be happy. She really won’t be happy when I tell her that I committed grand theft auto to get away from him.

Maybe I could get her to follow behind me in her car or mine so I can take the car back before there’s an issue. My head falls to my hands on the steering wheel. I have gotten myself into a mess all because of a guy.

I could really use a run right now but I know how that went last time. There was no way that I was going to go right back into that mess. Did Liam pay the guy to freak me out so he could pick me up? Were my parents really killed by someone or was that to get me emotional? Surely no one would put someone through having to relive such pain for a joke.

I climbed to stairs towards my room and immediately went to get into the shower. The hot water washing down over me was exactly what I needed. I allow the water to wash away the sweat and the dirt from my earlier run. Washing away the shame I feel from taking Liam’s car. Washing away the pain of my broken heart for allowing myself to trust him and beginning to fall for him. It was only then that I let the tears fall from my eyes.