Chapter 4

Annie's head is faced down towards the cold hard concrete on the floor as cars continue to fly past her on the right of the path. The woman's main focus was to get to her friend's house, which luckily is where her son is staying. The sky was pitch black with only a couple of starts to be seen along with a half shaped moon. Heavy howls of the winds caused the trees to form a strong rhythm, moving backwards and forth.

Annie rubs her arms with her hands in hope that warmth will come in return; without any money or a phone it was hard to get a taxi to drop her off at her location. The tall dirty grey lamp posts were thankfully lit at this hour meaning she was still able to navigate through the quiet streets. Behind her, a car slowly came to a stop and pulled up beside her. Annie's steps grew bigger and quicker as her head was still facing towards the ground.

"Annie, come on get in." Michael spoke from behind the wheel.

Annie's head shot up and faced towards the driver of the car, " You followed me?" "That's not important, just get in the damn car," Michael says with a firm grip on the wheel.

"Thank you for the offer, Michael. But I'll be fine." Annie insists as she carries on walking. Michael drives the car slowly next to the path whilst sharing a few moments of awkward silence.

" Go home, Michael." Annie turns her head slightly towards the car with an cold expression. Michael lets out a soft chuckle and shakes his head.

"And if I don't?" He says teasingly.

" You don't want to find out, trust me." Annie warns him.

"Whoa! Calm down girl, what are you gonna do? Huh?" He pauses before continuing, "You going to call the police? Oh that's right you can't because you can barely afford food or a roof over your head."

" Shut up Michael," Annie's voice cracks. When she gets to the end of the path she turns left and crosses to the other side of the road making it harder for Michael to follow. He wouldn't be able to cross to the other side of the road unless he was parking.

"God I feel sorry for Oliver!" Michael shouts from inside the car before rolling up his window and driving away from Annie. She looks towards his once more and screams, "Don't you dare bring my son into this!"

Annie watches Michael's car fade away in the distance. Her feet started taking shorter steps as she realised she was at the bottom of the steps of her friend's house. She opens the gate and closes it behind her then walks up a short staircase to the three bedroom house. Clean stainless windows and a freshly painted dark green door welcomed her; Annie's hand made contact with the door three times before it opened before her.

" Hey, Anne..wait, are you crying?" Her friend opened the front door with a look of concern. Annie looked over her features. Her amber eyes hid behind her thick eyelashes as her dark skin glistened in small glimpses of light provided. On top of her head were voluminous tight curls.

" I'm fine Sasha, I'm fine." Annie insists as she steps inside of the lovely home.

"Annie, you don't have to lie to me. Come sit please, the boys are upstairs playing." Sasha moves over to the sofa and pats the spot next to her. Annie lets out a soft sigh before sitting down next to her childhood friend. "Come on, talk to me."

" So I met this guy-"

" Oh god now that's the problem." Sasha interrupts with a smile but once she notices Annie is not finding it funny she turns serious. "What did he do? I can see if Tyrone can sort him out, you know he will!" Sasha reaches for her phone on the table.

" No, no! Sash it's fine, no need for that. Anyways, his name is Michael Myers-"

" Whoa! Whoa! Michael Myers!" Sasha raises her voice.

" Yes.."

"Annie, you gotta call the police!" Sasha gets up and begins closing all of her curtains and windows. Sasha points to her phone on the table as she moves to the door and locks it along with locking the chain on the door. "Annie, call the police now!"

"Sasha calm down please, it's fine." Annie stands up and tries to console her friend.

"Calm down! You expect me to calm down when you're literally speaking to a serial killer!"

Annie's eyes go wide as her skin becomes even more pale than it actually is," He's a serial killer?"

" Yes! God you wouldn't have known. He's been on the run for the past four years, he's know for killing the exes of the girls' he's seeing. This is bad like really really bad."

Sasha paces the room trying to come up with an idea. " I have to call Tyrone, you go upstairs and stay with the boys." Sasha orders as she grabs the phone and raises it to her ear. Annie walks out of the living room and walks towards the spiral staircase. She places her hand on top of the railing and looks up to a shocking surprise that makes her let out a loud gasp.

At the top of the stairs is Oliver and Sasha's son Jadyn with the look of fear on their faces. A pair of hands is covering their mouths preventing them from crying out: Annie looks up at figure and lets out a sob.

Michael tilts his head to the side and removes a hand from Jadyn's mouth and then proceeds to raise a finger to his lips. Annie's eyes look down towards Machel's waist and sees that strapped to his belt is a recently sharpened knife and a silver pistol. She knew from that moment that she cannot make a single sound.