Amy know. Her friend would only insist that she walk her back to the cabin no matter how much fun she was having. Yeah, she'd go now and call Amy's cellphone when she returned to the cabin.
Ambling her way back to village's main road, she hugged her coat tight around her. The farther she got from the Wish Tree, the less people she saw walking around. It was almost two in the morning and the whole village was still alive. Stores were still open, restaurants filled with customers to the brim. Everyone seemed happy, enjoying the night one would think it was already, Christmas. She wished. As it happened, she'd have to wait a few more days before she could go home. Back to Seattle where she belonged. For now, she would just have to endure the pain from watching and hearing Lucas and Rochelle flirt with each other.
The only light left at the McLeod cabin was the porch light. Cara tipped the small clay pot then ran her fingers underneath to find the house key. She found it buried in the small pack of dirt. Wiping her hand on her ski pants, she unlocked the door. She was about to step inside when someone touched her elbow. Instinctively, she pulled her arm and swirled around.
"Easy, Cara. It's me."
"Karsen. Sheez! You scared me. What are you doing here?"
"Following you."
"Why?"
"I should think it's obvious. May I come in?"
"The McLeods are not here. I don't think—"
"I know they're not here. That's why I followed you.” Karsen pushed the door open, grabbed her wrist and dragged her inside.
Her heart thumped harder against her chest when she heard the lock click into place. “Karsen, what are you doing?"
"Doing my job, darling."
"What job?"
"To get rid of you."
Cara's legs began to fold beneath her. If it weren't for the console table she grabbed hold of, she would have collapsed on the floor. “Why?"
"Nothing personal, darling. Just doing my job."
Oh god, he's going to shoot me. I will bleed. I hate blood. Think Cara, think. Don't panic . “Can I turn this lamp on? I can't see."
"Sure. At least you'll see a handsome face before you go, eh?"
Cara didn't think he looked handsome right now, but kept the thought to herself. “So, you have a boss telling you what to do. You're a runner or a lackey or a boy doing your master's bidding."
"Shut the fuck up. Don't make me rethink about what I'm going to do with you. I like you, Cara and I don't want you to suffer. But if you won't keep your mouth shut, I might just bleed you dry, watch you die slowly. Do you want that?"
"No. Do you mind telling me what I did wrong? I think I deserve to know."
"You did nothing wrong really. But the bitch wants you out of the way. She asked Rivera for help and threatened him that she'll go to the cops if he didn't give her this one favor."
Cara shook her head. What Karsen said didn't make any sense at all. “I'm sorry, but I don't know any Rivera. Who is this bitch who wants me out of the way?"
"Miss Washington, Rochelle Luna. The loony bitch is jealous of you. She figured when you're gone, Lucas McLeod will love her instead of you."
"Lucas loves me?"
"Cara, don't tell me you are that fucking blind."
Oh my god. “Rochelle asked Rivera to get rid of me. So he hired you to kill me because Rochelle wants me dead."
"That pretty sums it up. Rivera will do this one favor for her and it'll be her turn."
"Turn for what?"
"Rivera hates bitches. He doesn't have time for them. Rochelle is not only a bitch but also a pain in the ass. When you're in pain, what do you do?” Karsen's eyes brightened as if the thought of killing excited him.
"And what do you get in return?"
"Everything a man like me wants in life. Money, young and untouched pussies, vacations reserved only for the rich."
And a place in hell, she wanted to add but thought better of it. “Earlier, when I fell. You didn't just happen to be there. You were following me."
"Yes. But your boyfriend came back for you. If it weren't for that prick, I could have been back in
Ambling her way back to village's main road, she hugged her coat tight around her. The farther she got from the Wish Tree, the less people she saw walking around. It was almost two in the morning and the whole village was still alive. Stores were still open, restaurants filled with customers to the brim. Everyone seemed happy, enjoying the night one would think it was already, Christmas. She wished. As it happened, she'd have to wait a few more days before she could go home. Back to Seattle where she belonged. For now, she would just have to endure the pain from watching and hearing Lucas and Rochelle flirt with each other.
The only light left at the McLeod cabin was the porch light. Cara tipped the small clay pot then ran her fingers underneath to find the house key. She found it buried in the small pack of dirt. Wiping her hand on her ski pants, she unlocked the door. She was about to step inside when someone touched her elbow. Instinctively, she pulled her arm and swirled around.
"Easy, Cara. It's me."
"Karsen. Sheez! You scared me. What are you doing here?"
"Following you."
"Why?"
"I should think it's obvious. May I come in?"
"The McLeods are not here. I don't think—"
"I know they're not here. That's why I followed you.” Karsen pushed the door open, grabbed her wrist and dragged her inside.
Her heart thumped harder against her chest when she heard the lock click into place. “Karsen, what are you doing?"
"Doing my job, darling."
"What job?"
"To get rid of you."
Cara's legs began to fold beneath her. If it weren't for the console table she grabbed hold of, she would have collapsed on the floor. “Why?"
"Nothing personal, darling. Just doing my job."
Oh god, he's going to shoot me. I will bleed. I hate blood. Think Cara, think. Don't panic . “Can I turn this lamp on? I can't see."
"Sure. At least you'll see a handsome face before you go, eh?"
Cara didn't think he looked handsome right now, but kept the thought to herself. “So, you have a boss telling you what to do. You're a runner or a lackey or a boy doing your master's bidding."
"Shut the fuck up. Don't make me rethink about what I'm going to do with you. I like you, Cara and I don't want you to suffer. But if you won't keep your mouth shut, I might just bleed you dry, watch you die slowly. Do you want that?"
"No. Do you mind telling me what I did wrong? I think I deserve to know."
"You did nothing wrong really. But the bitch wants you out of the way. She asked Rivera for help and threatened him that she'll go to the cops if he didn't give her this one favor."
Cara shook her head. What Karsen said didn't make any sense at all. “I'm sorry, but I don't know any Rivera. Who is this bitch who wants me out of the way?"
"Miss Washington, Rochelle Luna. The loony bitch is jealous of you. She figured when you're gone, Lucas McLeod will love her instead of you."
"Lucas loves me?"
"Cara, don't tell me you are that fucking blind."
Oh my god. “Rochelle asked Rivera to get rid of me. So he hired you to kill me because Rochelle wants me dead."
"That pretty sums it up. Rivera will do this one favor for her and it'll be her turn."
"Turn for what?"
"Rivera hates bitches. He doesn't have time for them. Rochelle is not only a bitch but also a pain in the ass. When you're in pain, what do you do?” Karsen's eyes brightened as if the thought of killing excited him.
"And what do you get in return?"
"Everything a man like me wants in life. Money, young and untouched pussies, vacations reserved only for the rich."
And a place in hell, she wanted to add but thought better of it. “Earlier, when I fell. You didn't just happen to be there. You were following me."
"Yes. But your boyfriend came back for you. If it weren't for that prick, I could have been back in
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