Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Red Bull ❯ Vol. Five Chap Eighteen: Ugly Truths ( Chapter 18 )

Ugly Truths

Tess was woken up by a knock on her door. She looked confused in her half-asleep state. Hm? Tess looked at the clock. She lifted her head. Who was at her door at midnight? Tess climbed out of bed.

She looked through the peephole.

“Who is it?”

A woman stood at her door. She shivered as she moved back and forth. Tess looked confused.

“Who are you?” she asked. The woman lifted her chin.

“I ran away from Eddie,” she said. Tess froze. She opened the door as far as the chain would allow.

“What did you say?” she asked. Tess got a better look at the other woman. She looked so frail. Heavy makeup hid things on her face. Tess has seen this before.

“Do you want me to call the police?” she asked. The woman shook her head.

“Thank you,” she whispered. The woman followed her inside.

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“What's your name?”

“Beatrice.”

Tess sat down in front of her. Beatrice looked up. Despite the makeup and thousand-year stare, she looked lovely.

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” Tess asked. She kept a knife and her phone by her side. Beatrice shook her head.

“Okay… Why are you here?” Tess asked.

“I don't know.”

“How did you find me?” The dancer tried to sus out the situation. Beatrice was scared of something. Maybe it was Eddie. But there was something else.

“Your old landlady told me,” Beatrice said. “I found the address to your old apartment in Eddie's desk.”

Tess froze. “Say what now?” Her hand reached for her knife in her shorts' pocket. Beatrice shivered.

“He was looking for you,” she said. Shit. Was he coming here? Would she have to move again? If Beatrice could find her here…

“Why are you here?” Tess asked. Her tone wasn't angry or accusatory. Beatrice lifted her head.

“He's working with someone to get revenge,” she confessed. The other woman reeled back, confused.

“What?” she asked. Beatrice broke down and told her everything she overheard her boyfriend talking on the phone. Eddie's mood perked up over the call. There were still some details she missed. Tess listened quietly. She had her hand to her knife.

“And what are you going to do?” she asked at last. Beatrice shook her head. Tess clicked her tongue. Damn it. She rubbed her forehead.

“Fine, you can stay here tonight,” Tess said. Beatrice shook her head.

“Oh, no. I can't.”

“Where do you plan to go?”

The other woman closed her mouth. She lowered her eyes. Tess breathed out.

“Right…” she said. The dancer didn't need this. It would've been better if she had just stayed in bed.

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