The Fool, The Scrooge, and The Slutty Elf On The Shelf; Keagan Case File:03

Craning my head back, I outstretch my arms on the back of the sofa. “So, where were you?” I asked her.

“Killing Justin,” Monae nonchalantly answers, plopping in the space next to me. 

Frowning, I watch her kick off her heels. I know I must have a dumbfounded expression on my face. Suddenly, I chuckle. She must be clowning me. Yet, my laughter catches in my windpipe at the serious as a heart attack stare she gives me.

This isn’t right. Something’s not right. All day long I’ve been fighting a yearning to consume Monae. If I could reduce her down to a powder, I would snort her. I want to screw her, taste her, and I don’t just mean giving her a good rimming before burying my face in her warmth. 
If you haven't figured out, I messed up, again. I thought I stepped in it the last case when I popped up on a few people radars, but this right here, takes the fuckin cake. For the first time, in a long time, I'm at a lost. All I know is I'm not losing Monae. Yet, I don't want to answer the call of the unknown.- Keagan

When a naked body is found along a dark stretch of highway, the gruesome case kicks off a chain of events that will push Keagan closer to the edge, and will awaken a darkness in Monae that will have Keagan rethinking his very existence.

***TAKE A PEEK***
CHAPTER ONE

I know this path like the back of my hand, yet I keep falling. I would laugh if the situation were different. I just proved that the myth of tripping on air was true when you’re running for your life. I try not to linger long in the thicket. Even with the moon high in the inky sky, I’m still straining my eyes to see my way. The sounds of the dogs hot on my track motivates my ass to get in gear. I always used to pride myself on being in peak shape, but the fear coursing through me has my heart rattling against my ribcage.

Not like this. Jesus, not like this… please. I beg the man upstairs, again.

The thing is, I’m not surprised if he sits motionless without lifting a finger to save me. I mean, I never thought to call upon His name in the past. I was… Shit! Why am I referring to myself in the past tense? Did I know I wasn’t going to make it out of the woods alive?

Why didn’t I see it? It was so obvious, and I fell for it.

I know why. It was the sex. Isn’t it always money or sex? The things my body felt. The highs that I was taken to, I didn’t even know what a clit was for until that night. All I wanted was to see for myself if the rumor was true. I wanted to experience what all the fuss was about. I wanted to know if all the money was worth it. You know what? It was. I’m not ashamed to say that it was worth it. So much so that I became addicted to the release, the touch, and the strokes that left that sweet tenderness that carried over for days. Fucking on the regular, which was a drug that I couldn’t give up, is the reason why I’m in this spot.

“I’ll tell. I know everything.”

Tears stain my windblown face as a cloud of my hot breath on the freezing night air surrounds my head. Stupid! Why did I have to speak a threat? You never, never threaten a person that has everything to lose, but I was desperate. Before then, I never felt so much joy as I felt while tangled up in those silk sheets.  It might have been just another conquest, or a means to an end, but to me… it was love. Or at least, I thought it was. I thought we were going to be together. I just didn’t want it to end. However, from the way those sparkling green eyes turned cold, I knew it was more than just fucking that had come to an end.  Take it from me, wait till you’re safe with the upper hand before you start talking shit.

I force my bare limbs to move faster. The dogs were getting closer. I still have the length of three football fields to cover before I hit the road. The killer knows that fact, too. I’m overly focused. The brittle cold doesn’t even register in my bra and panties-clad body. I can warm myself once I was out of harm's way. My feet will need medical attention. The blood I leave on the ground makes it easy for the dogs to follow my scent. My lungs are practically screaming due to the stress I’m putting on them. My cell phone would have come in handy, but that’s been left behind, too.

With the last of my strength, I surge forward in the hope of giving myself the much-needed space between me and my pursuer. I won’t go down without a fight. I don’t know how, but I’m going to fight till my last breath. I’m going to make that fucker work to silence me. I’m sure that thought has my sister smiling from her pit in hell. The bitch. It was all her fault. If she would never have opened her damn legs, I would have never been swayed to do the same. I would have never given that two-faced, lying ass a second glance. I would never have fallen for the sweet nothings. My head would have never been turned from my true love. It didn’t matter that he never noticed me. That he chose another over me, not once, but twice. Maybe, if I had put more time into making him love me instead of going for the bump and grind, I could be with him now instead of-

“The… the road,” I cry.

I can just make out the faint sound of a car driving by. I dare not slow down to celebrate. Why the road? Help, duh. Yeah, I know that most people, me included, wouldn’t let off the gas long enough to offer help. However, this isn’t the Bronx, either. Million dollar residents reside in the area. My lack of clothing and porcelain white skin will have someone putting on the breaks. White privilege? Hell yeah! It’s going to save my life.

“Fuck you!” I shout.

My voice echoes. The dogs howl. I have no doubt my taunt was heard. The skin on my fingers protests as they dig into the sloping, snow-covered dirt, and I claw my way up onto the paved road. A smile stretches on my frostbit face when the barking of the dogs falls into the distance. Just as I prayed. The chase has ended once I reached the road. Hobble, trot, run… I make my way along the road's edge.

Why is it that when you want a car on the damn road, there isn’t one? No worries, though. I remind myself of the house less than a mile up the road. See, no matter what. My ass is saved. Once I make it, I’m going to make the motherfucker pay. I can already see my ass busting into the room in slow motion to tell it all. Cops in tow, bitches on my heels. Yes, then I’ll play the battered woman act to catch his eye, finally. Yes, the pleasure of knowing that I’m fucking, and I’m married to the man that my sister lied and cheated to get, only for her to be killed by the snake she was sidestepping with, is sweet as fuck.

It takes me a second to notice that my legs are giving out on me. My steps are getting a bit choppier. My brain is lulling me into a state of rest and calm that I’m not crazy enough to give entirely into. The reflection of a pair of high beams in the distance lights the pavement in front of me. Excitement has me panting. My dance of rescue begins while the car is a mile down the road. I’m tired as hell when the high beams hit my body and blind me. My arms are flapping, boobs bouncing, I’m going to make this person stop. You better believe it.

“Muffy!”

A male. That’s all I get from the voice. Whoever it is, they knew me. My hand shakes as I try to shield my eyes in hopes of identifying the person behind the voice.

“Help, help me, please,” I cry while taking a step towards the car. The driver’s side door opens.

“No! Don’t get out. I need-“

“Muffy.”

This time the sound of my name causes me to stop in mid-step. Narrowing my eyes, still caught in the high beams, I strain to make out the silhouette. Not forward. Not towards the car, I take a shaky step backward. This… this can’t be.