Tag: suspense

“Magic Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?”

The voice startled Rachel out of her reverie and her head whipped sideways to see a man standing in her bathroom.

A man.

In her bathroom.

That should shock her, terrify her, concern her in some way but it didn’t. She was too numb. If he had come here to kill her then he would be doing her a favour. Her husband had been murdered and she had miscarried their unborn daughter and nearly died.

Nearly.

If he was here to finish the job she would thank him and walk gladly into death’s dark clutches.

He didn’t move and neither did she.

Then his words sunk in.

Magic Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?

That was what Drake always used to say to her because he thought she looked like Snow White.

Rachel gasped and her gaze darted to the man’s face. He looked familiar, he felt familiar, was he one of the men from the lake?

Six months ago she and her undercover cop husband had been awakened in the middle of the night by a gang of men in their bedroom. The men had tied them up, thrown them in a car, and driven them out to a secluded frozen lake where they had stripped them both naked and tortured them for hours.

Someone had saved her life that night.

Come back for her when she and her husband had been left for dead.

Was it this man?

Rachel turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, not bothering to grab a towel to cover her naked body. “Who are you?” she asked. She was sure she knew him she just couldn’t figure out how.

The man reached out and touched her cheek. His touch, she was sure she had felt it before, but his face while it was familiar she was sure she had never seen it before.

“Please, tell me who you are,” she implored. This man might be a friend of Drake’s, he could be the only link left she had to the man she loved.

Before he could answer she was startled by the crystalline sound of the back window shattering.

Someone else was in her house.

The men from the lake?

Had they followed this man here? Did they think he had saved her life once before and now they were going to kill them both?

Rachel was beautiful.

The kind of drop dead gorgeous stunning that you thought only existed in your dreams until you looked at her and realised that sometimes dreams really do come true.

She had curves in all the right places and the softest skin you could imagine. She had eyes as black as the darkest of nights, staring into them was like looking into a black hole that you would gladly let swallow you up just for a chance at kissing those plump lips. Her hair was as black as her eyes and felt like silk when it ran through his fingers. Her milky white complexion contrasted starkly with her dark hair and eyes, making her his very own Snow White.

She was perfection.

She was his.

She hadn’t heard him yet, she was lost in thought, her eyes were closed, her face tilted up to the water’s hot spray, the water streamed down upon her, leaving little glittering trails down a body that had lost too much weight since the last time he had seen her.

Outside the rain poured down as the thunder shook the house.

The drumming of the rain and the drumming of the shower seemed to invade his very soul.

He needed to touch her.

He needed to kiss her.

He needed to be inside.

Drake stepped closer and pressed one hand to the glass wall of the shower. “Hello, Rachel.”

Was it her mind playing tricks again?

Was there really someone out there?

Rachel strained to see through the think darkness but she didn’t see anymore moving shadows.

She was probably just imagining things. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time over the last few months that she had suffered hallucinations. They were usually of her husband and their daughter. She hated them, Because realising it want real was like having her heart shattered into a million pieces all over again.

Sighing she stood, she didn’t want to stare out at the night any longer, thinking that she was falling further and further into insanity.

A shower.

She needed a shower.

The scalding hot water was the only thing that gave her some relief from the pain that had stabbed into her heart and taken up residence in there.

Walking to the bathroom, she shed her robe on the way, then turned on the shower, as soon as the water heated up she stepped under the spray.

Slowly the water began to lull her into a sort of foggy haze.

She was so out of it she didn’t notice the man step into the bathroom.

She sat at the window, staring deeply into the dark.

She couldn’t sleep.

She hardly ever slept these days.

Just cried.

Tears were about all her life had become. She cried, she barely slept, she barely ate, she barely ever wore anything but her pajamas, she barely left the house. Although she had survived her life had ended that day and she didn’t think she could ever get it back.

Nor did she think she wanted it back.

She wished she had died.

She never said it out loud because she didn’t want to worry her family, but that was how she felt.

Her brow furrowed.

Was that something moving out there?

A shadow darted from behind the apple tree to the side of the garage.

Someone was out there.