A beautiful, yet exhausted Lucy held Caleb in her arms for the first time. Luke snuggled up next to his wife and newborn baby with the proudest smile on his face. Lucy was tired and her messy beach hair flowed down her bust, but her eyes were bright with happiness. Caleb was amazing and such a strong baby boy, with Luke’s personality and Lucy’s looks. He entered into an unknown world and Lucy’s ferocity grew as soon as she gave birth to her first child. She was determined to destroy Omisha, regardless of how long and bloody the fight would be. Caleb deserved a world filled with beauty and safety, not the frightening world Lucy and Luke found themselves in.
Lucy sat in a cozy, grey rocking chair holding Caleb and feeding him. Luke sat across from his perfect, little family with a sports article in front of him. The new mother wore a loose, low-cut, yellow maxi dress and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The animals welcomed their new, human sibling into their household and became permanent protectors of the newborn. Detective Jones stopped by with flowers, wine, and a stuffed animal for Caleb. Lucy didn’t want to talk to the detective, though. She wanted to spend time with her son and ignore the chaos around her. Detective Jones wanted to keep the two policemen at her home, but he was also stationing another cop at the end of her road. Luke made sure all security cameras were functioning properly, but the night Lucy’s wrist had been sliced open, there was nothing detected on the cameras. Caleb made a noise as Detective Jones wandered around the nursery. Kenny stopped by with gifts and food, of course. Serena had been over the night before with a wine gift basket, and Lucy’s parents were coming and going.
Detective Jones patted Kenny on the shoulder and Kenny made a face. He had a serious bruise on his shoulder, which Lucy hadn’t noticed earlier. Kenny clearly had a story to follow up with the injury.
“What happened to your shoulder Kenny?” Lucy asked. Caleb shifted in her arms and she whispered to him.
“I didn’t want to bother you guys with this, because Caleb is more important, but I was jumped the other night…in my own driveway,” Kenny explained. Lucy gasped and Luke looked at his wife with worry. Detective Jones stepped closer to Kenny.
“Kenny, you should’ve called me! You’ve been Omisha’s punching bag since the beginning. What did the attacker look like?” Detective Jones barked.
“I saw nothing. I hit the pavement and by the time I stood up the person was long gone,” Kenny told him.
“Omisha is becoming tired,” Lucy said.
“We can only hope. I’m not sure of what knocking you over the other night accomplished,” Detective Jones wondered.
“Well, my wallet is missing,” Kenny said.
“You’re going to be played as a suspect in Omisha’s next crime scene,” Lucy exclaimed. Luke nodded.
Lucy walked to the mailbox to get the mail as her long, bubblegum colored, pink slip dragged behind her. She ripped open an envelope from her brother, which appeared to have already been opened. A note from Omisha fell out. The note read:
“My dear Lucy,
Congratulations on the birth of your handsome son, Caleb. I know you’re already the most incredible mother. You look beautiful, too. You’re smarter than anyone else I know, Lucy. You know that I’m getting tired. I want to end this. Please meet me and come alone, Friday at 8pm at the old, abandoned liquor store on Rose Street. I look forward to seeing you.”
Lucy’s jaw dropped. She knew she couldn’t tell anyone, because if she did, Omisha wouldn’t show up. She called Luke and told him she was going to her first dance session after having the baby, Friday night, and her mom would watch Caleb until he came home from work. She hid the letter from Omisha in her lingerie chest and made sure Caleb was still asleep. Luke returned home from work early to Lucy cooking the family a pasta dinner and he felt so, unbelievably lucky. She was amazing…despite all of the heartache. Lucy kept their lives together like a pair of bookends and Luke was grateful for her. Caleb was still sleeping, so Luke pulled his wife onto the couch and lifted up her dress. She was finally able to enjoy sex again after delivering Caleb, and she had really missed being intimate with Luke. Of course, they had found ways to be sexy with each other without having sex, but Luke missed laying her down. He powerfully made love to her and she moaned, feeling her stomach flood with butterflies. She loved the fact that he could still give her butterflies and cover her skin with goose bumps.
Friday night arrived quickly and Luke called frequently to check in on Lucy and Caleb. Her mother came over with new toys and dinner, but Lucy was dressed for “dance” and ready to leave. Her mom held Caleb closely and told Lucy she looked beautiful. She was wearing a short, grey, sequined dress, which she would normally wear to a dance session and grey, studded kitten heels. She straightened her hair and wore little makeup, but her lips were lush with pink lip gloss. Caleb made silly noises and Lucy smiled at her son, feeling as though there would finally be peace in their lives and true security. She kissed Caleb on the forehead as he grabbed for her and headed out.
As she drove to the abandoned liquor store she felt fierce. She was no longer afraid. She wanted to put an end to the madness once and for all, and she prayed she wasn’t walking into a trap. She was nervous to discover who her devoted tormenter was and the closer she became to the building the more her stomach ached. Her head filled with ideas regarding who it could be, but it was a true mystery. Kenny called her and she hit ignore, and then her mother called her. They needed to think she was at dance, dancing her heart out. Surprisingly, she hadn’t heard from Luke which was unlike him. She was almost positive he had left work and was on his way home.
She parked behind the abandoned liquor store which was overgrown with creepy, twisted vines. The back windows were broken in and there was a porch, partially caving in with a sliding glass door. She had no clue if that was the entrance Omisha went through or if it was safe. The night was cold and dank but the sky was bright with moonlight; she crept carefully over debri and trash in a moss covered parking lot. She looked back at her sports car, thinking she could simply leave. The porch was a few feet away and there was a stray cat meowing to the right of her. Lucy grinned at the cat and felt a little less alone, but entering the building changed her feelings. As she walked through the back of the building she looked everywhere for a sign of Omisha, but then she saw candles lining the hallway and lighting her path. Omisha was there. The flashlight on her phone was also a source of light, but some parts of the building were a black hole. There was no sign of her enemy but she did smell that same, familiar scent. It drifted through the building like a breeze and although Lucy didn’t see Omisha, she knew she wasn’t alone. She sat down on a barrel and waited. The liquor store was empty besides shelving and old tables. Towards the front of the building the floor was caving in though, which concerned her.
A noise echoed from the storage room behind her and before she could stand up, a masked figure appeared in front of her. She rose up cautiously and stared at the person for what felt like hours. Omisha stepped a little closer to Lucy but neither one had yet spoken a word. There was something comfortable and familiar about Omisha, and Lucy didn’t feel scared. She felt as though she was standing next to a loved one or a friend, but then she remembered how dangerous the stalker was.
“Omisha, I was brave enough to come here alone for answers and to end this. Now, you have to be brave enough to tell me who you are, and to show me your face,” Lucy stated.
Omisha was proud of Lucy for how strong, brave, and determined she was. She was a force to be reckoned with, like a beautiful tsunami.
“I will show you my face and my torment and stalking will end. I promise you that, but this isn’t over my dear. You will leave here feeling confused, hurt, and shocked. I will always be with you,” Omisha spoke. The monster’s voice was severely muffled.
Lucy stepped closer and awaited the reveal. Omisha pulled the mask off slowly, and although the building was dark, the person’s face was clear. Lucy fell to the ground and began to cry. She had never felt more pain in her entire life and she screamed. Omisha looked down at her and offered her a hand. She slapped Omisha’s hand away and cried harder. She pictured Liam being brutally killed by the person standing in front of her and the tears stung like bee stings.
“It can’t be you…PLEASE, tell me this isn’t real. Do you have any idea how much I’ve always loved you?” Lucy cried hysterically.
To be continued…