More of God's Beauty...
Chapter Nineteen
He
bobbed his head to the music, smiling in contentment as he drove toward his
objective. His time had finally come. He’d waited five long years for this
moment; he was going to face the woman who’d put him in jail. He grinned,
rubbing his hand over his stubbled cheeks.
The
catchy tune on the radio was replaced with a news statement. They’d restored electricity
to most of the town and the water was back on, but with a boil alert in effect.
This just makes it better for what
I have in mind. He grinned. He’d been secluded for a
long time and couldn’t wait for some female attention. He felt antsy and
excited. He pounded the dash of his old blue, rust-covered pick-up. “Come on
old blue. Get a move on. I can almost taste what awaits me. He cackled.
He
didn’t care what anyone said. That girl had asked for what he’d given her. Why
else would she have passed by his open door humming one of his favorite songs?
Why would she be wearing such a provocative perfume?
He’d
gone out his apartment door and followed a few feet behind her in silence,
sniffing her perfume and forming a plan. Her long chestnut hair streamed out
behind her as she passed one of the huge fans. He’d caught his breath as her
fruity scent wafted past him. His stomach growled, but he knew it was a
different appetite that had been awakened. His plan to ask her out was replaced
with something more sinister. Way more sinister. He grinned.
He
let the episode roll past his mind, reliving the whole thing. His heart sped-up.
He’d stood behind her as she’d belted out the words to the song loud and clear.
He was impressed and it fueled the flames of his fire.
He
watched as she ran her hands through her hair, totally oblivious to his
presence. She didn’t know he was there because he was behind her, but that
wouldn’t really matter because he’d passed her in the hallway on many different
occasions and she hadn’t acknowledged his existence then, either.
Anger
had washed through his veins at the realization. He couldn’t dispel his attraction,
but he could definitely re-route it. And that’s what he’d done. As she hit the
last high note he’d rushed up behind her and put his arm around her neck,
covering her chest with his hand. He’d groaned at the warm, full feeling. At
the feminine smell of her skin, and he’d lost sanity.
The
next thing he knew she was on the ground and he was above her. The terror on
her face delighted him and he’d laughed. She was screaming, so he’d pushed his
arm back into her throat. “You know you want this, so shut-up before I have to
kill you.”
She’d
whimpered. He’d felt a moment’s guilt, then continued his assault. He
remembered ever last minute of it, and he gloried in it. He’d never felt so
powerful.
He
pulled himself from his thoughts. He needed to concentrate on the task at hand.
The past was the past. He had to make new memories now… Five years in jail had
given him plenty of time to plan his next assault. This time he wouldn’t stop.
He would do the unthinkable… He panted as a fleeting image pushed through his
brain. He couldn’t wait.
He
laughed. The sound was so maniacal it even scared him.
***
Jedidiah
kissed Janna on the forehead. “We’ll make this work. Everything will be okay.”
She
nodded. “I think so. I have faith in your ability to protect us.”
He
grinned. “Don’t be so sure. Sometimes I’m not even sure how long I can restrain
my… feelings.” He bent over and sat the boy in his chair, adjusting him by the
bar encased in plaster before returning his gaze to her.
“What
do you mean?”
He
gave her a knowing look.
Her
face turned red. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
He gave a rueful grin before walking to the stove and dishing up their plates.
“Am
I causing that? I mean, is it my fault?”
His
blue eyes pierced her amber ones. “Yes honey, you are. But it’s not your fault.
It’s mine. I don’t have enough self-restraint.”
She
pulled some milk from the fridge and sat it on the table. “Oh…”
He
laughed. “Well, the good news is I figured out how to shut you up.”
She
laughed with him. “I don’t talk that much,
do I?” A niggling voice in her brain reminded her just a while ago she’d gone
berserk when he’d touched her.
He
sat down at the table after situating Jessie. “No, not at all, but it sounded
funny in the moment.”
“It
did.”
“Look
Janna. After supper we need to talk.”
A
sigh escaped her full, red lips. “I know.” She already missed the closeness of
the moment they’d shared just minutes ago.
They
finished their meal in silence. Jedidiah was surprised to see Jessie had
finished his whole plate without making too much of a mess. He’d been taught
well.
He
scooted his chair back. “I’ll put him down for the night.” He picked the boy up
and carried him out of the room.
Janna
busied herself cleaning up the dishes. She scraped them and placed them in the
dishwasher, ready to wash when there was a full load. She wiped the table down
and then plopped in her chair, exhausted. She wasn’t quite over her ordeal yet,
but at least she was alive.
***
Jedidiah
returned to the kitchen and took his seat. “He’s almost asleep. I think he’s
going to be a good kid. His mother did a wonderful job with him.”
Tears
filled Janna’s eyes. “She did. She was an awesome mom. And it’s my fault she’s
gone.” Her shoulders shook with sobs.
“No
it’s not. Why would you say that?”
“She
wanted to come to my house that night, but I wanted to go to hers because she
had a basement. And look,” She gestured around her kitchen. “My house is still
standing, and without one little spot or blemish. If I hadn’t insisted, maybe
she’d still be here.”
“You
don’t know that, honey.”
She
took a deep breath. He needed to know how vile she was. “She told me the
tornado was headed straight for her house. I didn’t care. I pushed on forward,
believing we would be safer at her house. And now Jessie has to do without a
mommy.” She swiped at the tears flowing down her cheeks. “I am so sorry.”
Jedidiah
was at her side pulling her into his arms before she could form anymore words.
“Hush. It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t know what was going to happen.”
“But
I didn’t listen to her, Jedidiah…”
He
laid a finger over her lips. “It’s okay.” He squeezed her, resting his lips on
top of her head. After a few minutes, he asked, “Did you really mean what you
said earlier?”
“What?”
She pulled back and looked up into his face.
“That
you wanted to marry me.”
She
remained silent for a moment, studying his eyes. They were so beautiful. So
full of light and joy. “Yes. I did.”
“But
you don’t even know me.”
“I
know, but I will. I want that.”
He
groaned. “As do I.” He captured her lips with his.
He
buried his hands in her hair and pulled her face away from his just far enough to
rain kisses over the soft surface.
***
Outside the window, a
man stood watching, his heart so full of rage he couldn’t think for a minute. Then
he swore into the darkness, “He will die too… After I make him suffer for daring to take what
is mine.”
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