Chapter Four

I approach the green jeep. I’m on all fours in attempt that the stranger wont see me. It feels like fireworks are exploding in my stomach. Every thought imaginable enters my head.

What if it’s a killer? Am I going to die? Maybe, it’s one of my Mom’s friends.

I hear the crunching of gravel beneath me as it starts to be engraved in my hands. My army pants become black at the knees. My hair hangs in my face. My fingernails, now grimy.

Without hurry, I get back on two feet. I’m now at the jeep’s back. I peer inside. Empty. Guess I got dirty for nothing.

I press my hands and face against the jeep’s window. There is crumpled up soda cans invading the back seat. Along with bags of Hot Fries. Shirts dangle over the passenger’s head rest. A tiny dream catcher with a wolf in the middle trails from the mirror. Interesting. I’m assuming this is the works of a guy.

As I walk to my house, I stop dead in my tracks. If he isn’t in his jeep, then where is he?

My house is surrounded by forest. He could be anywhere. My Mom bought the house to exclude herself from the town. Ever since my Dad vanished, people began blaming her for it. 

You see, my Dad wasn’t a nobody.  Everyone in town knew his name.    Arnold Wright. He started his own charity group. He saved the forest around my house from being turned into a shopping center. He wasn’t the type to vanish.

I decide to push all my crazy thoughts to the side. I’m going to find this creep.

I take a lap around my house. There’s nothing out of the ordinary. No foot prints. No garbage. Nothing. I embark my way to the jeep. I fish around for a lead.

Footprints. Only my own were surfaced around me. He hid the small evidence. Why though? Why go through all the trouble and still leave the jeep present? It doesn’t make sense.

I head back inside. He’ll have to return to the jeep sometime tonight.

Ten O’clock rolls around. No presence of a human. I decide to inspect my beaten up clothes from this morning. My once tan jacket is now full of mud. Along with grass stains on the back. My shirt, now stomach-churning. Dried up blood conceals the shirt’s whiteness. I really need to figure things out.

I look out my window. In the forest, there’s a small hint of glowing light. I crack my window open. A breeze of fire wood fills my nostrils. I pull on my rain boots, grab a flash light, and head out to meet my guy.

Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was an interesting chapter. I liked it. He is mysterious. Anyways can't wait to read the next chapter. Good job. Thanks for sharing. :)