Shadows (32 page)

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

I don't look at him. I turn my head to face
out the window, trying to hide the few tears that have escaped and
are running down my cheeks. "Just drive, Robert."

The engine roars to life and we are on our way
to the hospital. Robert drops me off at the curb outside the
Emergency Room. I immediately spot Evan leaning against a post,
waiting for me.

"Eve." Evan nods his head to me.

"Where is he?"

"He's in the Family Waiting Room. It's just
down the hall to the left and then an immediate right."

"I know where it is, thanks."

Evan follows me as I walk down the bright
white corridors. I stop in front of a door with small blue
lettering on it. The last time I opened that door, I found Matt's
dad in there. I was confronted with what I thought at the time was
horrific scene, but it's nothing compared to what I find now when I
open the door.

I push hard on the door to open it. I can't
get it to budge. I look to Evan and he helps me push. We are able
to open just enough for me to be able to slide in the room. I look
down as I step inside and see the table Theron has pushed in front
of the door, trying to block it. Glancing around the room, I see
overturned chairs, and magazine racks thrown about. I take a couple
steps forward and I hear glass crunch under my feat. I don't hear
him, but I can sense Theron in the room. My body is immediately
drawn to him. I can feel the goosebumps race across my
flesh.

He's sitting in the corner, his knees drawn up
to his chest. His arms are wrapped around tightly around his legs,
his head hidden behind his knees, as he rocks back and forth. More
glass crunches underneath my steps, alerting Theron to someone else
being in the room.

"Leave. I said I want to fucking be alone.
Fucking leave!" His voice bellows around the room, I have never
been so scared in my life. I carefully approach him. His shirt is
ripped and torn on one of his shoulders. It's soaked with blood. I
can only assume it’s what he used to break all this glass. I try to
move some of the broken glass out of the way with my shoe, but
there's too much. He's rocking back and forth again. I can barely
hear his voice, it's strained, and sounds as if he's mumbling no
over and over again. I gently kneel down on the glass. I have jeans
on and few pieces of broken glass can’t hurt me as badly as he is
hurting right now.

I gently place my hand on his forearm.
"Theron."

He stops rocking.

"It's Eve. I'm here to help you, but I need
you to look at me first. You're bleeding and I'm worried about
you." I am not prepared for what I see next. I have never witnessed
a person pushed so far, that they break. He is completely and
utterly destroyed. His entire world had been obliterated. The man I
see before me, is not my Theron. This man before me is broken,
shattered, mere shadows of the man he used to be. He slowly lifts
his head to look at me. Every feeling I have running through me
right now, instantly pales and is quickly replaced with fear. His
eyes are dark. I can feel his anger emanating through his stare. A
malevolent look takes over his face, any light that was left in him
is gone. I have never heard, nor seen such hatred come from a
person before. He stares straight into my soul and I'm not prepared
for his words.

"Thomas did this. He did this! He fucking took
her from me. He's taken everything from me. He's going to pay for
this. I will ruin him. I won't stop until he has felt every ounce
of pain he has brought into my life. I will fucking destroy him."
His voice grates against my body. The hair on my arm, stands on
end. I can't remove my hand from his arm. I'm completely frightened
by him.

About the Author

Amber Lacie grew up in Chicagoland and now
lives in a quaint little town in Northwest Indiana. She has two
beautiful children and a husband who worships the ground she walks
on (or at least he should). She is an avid reader and coffee
drinker. The love of being able to be transported into another
world and experience adventures through someone else’s imagination
has always captured her attention. Now, she is expanding that love
into writing and is looking forward to producing many
books.