Chapter 13 - I Know About You
~ 3 DAYS LATER ~
Jet walked
paranoid around her bedroom checking the windows, trying her
hardest to not think about Ryan, he scared her and right now she
was sure she could see his face, laughing at her, knowing that
she was scared, scared and just waiting. The knock on her door
startled her and she spun around to look at it blankly.
“Jet you
in there? It’s Nick”
Jet swallowed
the lump in her throat that seemed to show up all the time now,
and yanked the door open.
“Hey Nick”
she smiled embracing him as though she hadn’t seen him in
year
“You
okay?” Nick inquired as he followed her back into her room,
closing the door behind him
“Yeah I'm
fine, just paranoid” she smiled flopping down onto the bed
“I keep
seeing him you know, I keep seeing his face staring at me, I can
feel him laughing at me Nick”
“He can’t
hurt you Jet, I wont let him”
Jet smiled
thankfully, but when it came down to the crunch, she would never
ask Nick to put his own safety in front of hers.
The ringing of
the phone broke the silence as Jet leaned over to get it.
“Hello?”
she whispered wearily
Silence.
“Hello?”
she repeated
“It’s
a world of laughter and a world of tears, it’s a world of
hopes and a world of fears, there’s so much that we share
that it’s time we’re aware, it’s a small world
after all” the soft melody played into Jet’s ear.
She was frozen
– in fear.
“Leave me
alone” she screamed down the phone before slamming it down,
and pushing it onto the floor.
“It was
him?” Nick inquired shocked
“It was
that song” Jet cried burring her head into her pillow
“What
song?”
“My song,
“It’s a small world after all” that was MY song
Nick, I used to sing that when I was younger, Ryan used to sing
it to me” she muttered
Nick looked
down, worry plastered all over his face. He couldn’t
understand why they would let someone like Ryan go, he couldn’t
understand why they could do anything to help Jet.
He lay down
next to her, his arms wrapping there way around her small frame
– her back to her chest. She rolled over, curling up into
his chest as he ever-so gently kissed her forehead.
~ AT THE SAME
TIME ~
Ryan hung up
the cell phone, he was sure the cops would tap his land line, but
they were too stupid to even know he had a cell phone. He smiled
to himself – he was so much smarter than them. He unlocked
the toilet door. He figured there were probably some under cover’s
sulking around the house, putting their nose where it wasn’t
wanted, but again he was too smart for them. He slipped the phone
and the small tape recorder into his cargo pants pocket and
slinked out of the toilet, after flushing it.
He, deep down
somewhere, still cared about his daughter, that was after all his
flesh and blood, the boy was nothing to worry about, Devin and
him never really got on, anyway Ryan was so sure Devin would turn
out like him, which in Ryan’s eyes would probably be
punishment enough. But the girl, she abandoned her own roots,
actually she’d done worse, she’d put him in the hell
hole, she’d sent him to jail, that was her fault, and for
that one traitorous act she would pay. He was sure of it.
He already had
an old mate looking at her, watching her every move, he needed to
know his routine, she he could slide into her life, without her
even knowing – until he was 100 percent ready. Things would
get a bit difficult he assumed with lover boy always with her, so
far he’d been there almost every night, he’d come
around 6, leave around midnight, one time he didn’t leave at
all. Gus, the guy Ryan had hired to watch her, had said that they
would usually go to her room, talk for a while, the blinds would
go down, and then, as Gus said “You don’t have to be a
bloody genius to figure out the rest of it”. Over the last 2
days Ryan had, as best he could done research on the Boy, he’d
found himself in public libraries, occasionally with a “tail”
sometimes without, Gus also was on the case finding out what he
could. The kid was relatively famous, knowing by most younger
girls, been in a “boy band” and all, he lived with his
parents, 1 brother and 3 sisters. He was in a band with three
other guys, 3 who shared an apartment in Orlando, the other also
living with his parents around the same area – Alexander
James McLean, 19, Brian Thomas Littrell, 21, Howard Dwaine
Dorough, 23, Kevin Scott Richardson, 24. The kids life was there,
lay out in front of Ryan in a simple manila folder.
He wasn’t
sure how to work his way around the boy, he couldn’t hit him
directly – too dangerous, he’d have to scare him off,
and he had an idea.
Ryan sulked
back into the bathroom and turned the shower on. The sound of the
pelting water filled the room. He plopped down onto the floor
against the wall in the far corner and began to dial.
“Yes?”
a male voice replied calmly
“Gus?”
Ryan questioned
“Who
wants to know?”
“It’s
Ryan”
“What can
I do for you?”
“I need a
tail on the boy, I wanna scare him off”
“Do what
we planned?”
“Yeah”
“When”
“Tonight,
tomorrow, as soon as”
“As good
as done mate”
“Knew I
could count on you”
“A bit of
actions good for the old bones”
“Where
are you?”
“Outside
the girls house”
“And?”
“And the
lights still on”
“Is the
boy in there?”
“Yeah, be
there for a while probably he usually is”
“What
does she look like?”
“Dark
hair, kinda short, skinny, she’s quite pretty”
Like her
mother.
“Better
go, the watches will be getting anxious to see me”
~ 1 HOUR LATER
~
“You
should probably be going huh?” Jet muttered her eyes sore
from tears
“I don’t
have to” Nick responded, refusing to let go of Jet’s
trembling body
“But you
should, I don’t want to screw things up with you and your
parents”
“It doesn’t
matter baby, I'm not going to leave you here”
“I'm
okay, really I am, you go”
“Sure?”
“Yeah, I’ll
be fine”
“Okay
well ring if you need me”
Jet walked
Nick down to the front door and held it open to him.
“Thank
you Nick, for been here and for caring”
“I'm only
ever a phone call away alright?”
Jet nodded
slowly as she embraced Nick tightly and kissed his lips gently.
~ 10 MINUTES
LATER ~
Nick looked
into his rearview mirror for what seemed the hundredth time, the
care about 10-15 meters behind him had been there since he left
Jet’s house. Maybe he was just been paranoid. He turned into
his driveway, and stopped – the car slowed down, but passed
him, and carried on down the road.
“You’re
paranoid Nick” he chastised as he opened the gate with the
control and drove it, closing it behind him.
~ THE NEXT DAY
~
It was barely
even morning when the sound of Nick’s phone ringing echoed
through his spacious room. He groaned as he reached over blindly
to pick it up.
“Hello?”
he muttered down the phone
“Nickolas?”
a male voice, clearly disguised said calmly
“Who’s
this?”
“You tell
me?”
“Screw
you” Nick huffed slamming the phone back down
He rolled back
over, just to hear the phone ring again.
“What?”
he spat down the receiver
“Didn’t
your mother teach you manners boy?”
“Look I
don’t know who you are and if you think you’re funny
–“
“Stay
away from her boy”
“Who the
fuck is this?”
“STAY
AWAY FROM HER CARTER, I know who you are, I know your family,
tell your sister Angel that was a good soccer game she played
yesterday, I know your friends, so don’t fuck with me. Stay
away from jet”
The phone
clicked dead, leaving Nick holding the receiver.