Clair:
I opened my eyes. It was dark. My head throbbed and my shoulder ached. I was on my side laying on the floor. The cold had leached through my jacket. My fingers were freezing.
I groaned, I hadn’t meant to.
“You awake?” A deep voice asked.
I didn’t respond. I just sat up. Well I tried, my hands were bound together behind my back.
“I asked if you are awake.”
“Yes.” It didn’t come out as strongly as I was hoping it would. A silence took over and during it, I found my way into a seated position. “Why am I here?”
“Can’t tell you that.” The disembodied voice was starting to get on my nerves.
I tried to stay calm. I needed to remain rational. “Are you working for someone?”
“Can’t tell you that.”
“What can you tell me?” I throat was tight. I had to fight to make myself heard.
“My name is Dan.”
I didn’t find that very helpful. “My name’s Ann.”
“No it’s not.”
There went my attempt of getting myself ahead. “It’s not?”
“No,” the voice was calm, he sounded a little bored. “Do you really think we don’t know your name Clair?”
‘We’, so he as working with at least one other person. My palms felt clammy and my heart was racing. Why was I here? What had I done?
“Can you turn on the light at least?”
“I don’t think so, no.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t feel like it.”
Deciding not to respond, I worked on calming my thoughts. I thought of the park, where I last remembered being. I vaguely remembered being grabbed and forced into some kind of car. Oliver popped into my mind. I wondered where he was, if he had any idea what had happened to me. I guessed not, though I had no idea how long I’d been unconscious, I seriously doubted he would have been at my apartment yet. We’d agreed to meet up there, but I had a feeling he’d just think I was out. I had no idea what to do, my best chance was someone noticing I was missing.
I could only hope that would happen soon.
Oliver:
He knocked again. No answer. Again he tried. And again no answer. I guess she’s out, he thought and turned away from the door to walk down the hall.
He’s stomach was upset, Oliver guessed it was nerves. It always seemed to do that when something stressful was going on. Something felt off, Clair would have answered, wouldn’t she? It’d only been about four hours. Surely she would have headed home by now, wouldn’t she? However, he had to admit that he didn’t really know her. Clair had looked so tired after going to the police station and he hadn’t handled himself very well afterwards. The main reason he had asked to be on his own was so that she could have space.
Something defiantly felt odd. He had only made it to the staircase before stopping, pondering whether or not to turn back. His stomach was in knots, but nowadays it was almost continuously. Maybe this time was different. Or maybe it wasn’t. Why did he always have to go to the worst conclusion? It did no good. Clair was fine. She was probably just out getting fresh air or a bite to eat.
She’s fine, he reassured himself. Moving forward, Oliver continued down the stairs and out of the building.
So glad to have the new link to read Part 9. I hope Olive follows his “gut” and knows Clair is in trouble!
🙂 I guess we’ll have to wait and see
So glad to have the new link to read Part 9. I hope Olive follows his “gut” and knows Clair is in trouble!
🙂 I guess we’ll have to wait and see