Sorry for the delay.

Fiction Friday is here, a day late. I'm sorry but I was so busy yesterday. I had class, work and a get together at my house so I didn't even have a few minutes to post the next part of my story.

So, without further ado, here it is!

Jordan looked around. She didn’t seem him, at first. She noticed that he had walked around the bus shelter and was standing on the other side of it. He was too close for comfort. It was dark, darker than usual it seemed. There wasn’t a star in the sky and the moon was hidden behind clouds. The bus wasn’t due for three minutes.

The man in the black fleece looked at Jordan. Their eyes met and she quickly looked away. Her face felt hot. She was sweating from pores she didn’t know about until now. He unzipped his black fleece three-quarters of the way down. Slowly he reached into it and held onto something. The bus wasn’t due for two minutes.

The man turned towards the bus shelter and looked at Jordan. Jordan avoided his gaze. He moved towards the bench she was sitting on and pulled his arm out of his jacket.

Jordan jumped off the bench. “He’s gotta,” she blurted out.  

That was the last Isaac had heard from her. He grabbed his coat and put on his shoes. He flung himself down the stairs and out the door. He dug around in his pocket for keys but only had his wallet, a safety pin and Chapstick. He ran back up the stairs and picked up the first set of keys he saw. On his way down the stairs he tried to examine the keys to see whose they were. They must have been a spare set. He mashed the buttons on the remote until the lights on his roommates Jeep flashed. He started the car, switched the lights on and put the Jeep into gear. The wheels catapulted gravel across the driveway as he sped off.

Isaac rolled through stop signs and accelerated through yellow lights. The six minute drive seemed to go on forever even though he was going nine miles over the speed limit.

He found a place to park on the street by the gas station. He put it into park and searched for the handle. The door flew open and Isaac ran to the flashing lights. There was an ambulance and two police cars on scene. It had been fourteen minutes since he hung up the phone. There was already police tape up. No one could pass unless they could prove they were police officers, paramedics or next of kin to Jordan.

Isaac could do none of that. He watched helpless on the other side of the police line. He looked over at the police car. The man in the oversized black fleece was sitting in the back seat with his forehead pressed against the window.

Isaac stared at the man. Trying to figure out what would compel him to shoot Jordan. What did Jordan do? The man in the fleece caught Isaac’s gaze. He stared back at him. No sign of regret or remorse on his face.

Two police interrupted their gaze. The lights on the car flashed and the man was gone. Isaac’s stomach dropped to his feet and his heart was lodged in his throat. For the first time since they started dating, Isaac couldn’t help her. He collapsed onto the curb. He watched car after car go by until he heard the ambulance sirens. The paramedics grabbed the gurney and hurried over to the curb. They hoisted Jordan from the bus shelter and onto the gurney. While one was helping her breathe the other was assessing the wounds.