Installment # 10
“Are you following me now, Anson?” Sally retorts.
He steps closer to her and shrugs, “Just concerned is all. You’ve been acting strange for the last two days, ever since you saw that damn beast in the street. Are you trying to find it?”
She shakes her head and folds her arms across her chest. It’s none of his business what she’s doing and she doesn’t feel the need to tell him anything. Then again, she also knows her silence will tell him all he needs to know.
“You are trying to find it.” he moves closer, within arms’ reach. “God, Sal, what is wrong with you? Don’t you know how dangerous this is?”
“He’s not dangerous. He’s just a creature we don’t understand yet.” She states.
“He?” Anson questions, “You think that thing is a he? You really need help and I’m going to take you my dad. He’ll be able to get some sense back into you.”
He reaches out for her and grabs her arm. She quickly yanks it back and takes a few steps away from him.
“I’m not going anywhere with you, Anson. Just leave me alone and let me do what I want to do.” She says, then turns around to face the woods again.
Anson shakes his head as anger surges through him. He advances toward her and grabs her arm, pulling her away from the woods. She tries to get out of his grasp, but he’s managed to get a tight grip on her and he’s not letting go. The look in his eyes as he stares at her is frightening. She’s never seen him so upset over nothing and she wants no part in it.
“Let go of me!” she shouts, struggling against his grip.
He grabs her other arm and drags her away from the woods, back toward the street. She yells at him again to let her go and he answers by moving quicker.
“Anson, please let go of me, you’re hurting me.” She pleads, tears forming in her eyes.
“Dammit, Sal, you need help.” He shouts.
A roar comes from the woods, causing Anson to move a little faster and Sally to struggle a little more.