Symphony Of A Serial Killer

Chapter 17: Home Away from Home

What the hell, how did I end up in Caroline's house? At least I know where I am now... but it also creates new questions like how and why?

"You're in for a treat, my dad's cooking tonight. You gotta eat something; even if it's just a little. If not my mom won't be happy, which means my dad won't be happy, it's a chain reaction you see?"

So those voices from earlier must have been her parents... What's going on here.... where's Lee?

"Umm... Caroline, air...." I whisper while gentling forcing my arms apart, trying not to hurt her.

Her emerald eyes danced in the moonlight while replying, "Oh, I'm so sorry... just glad to see you awake is all." After which, she took two small steps back to put some distance between us.

"Caroline I'm beyond confused... how in the hell... what happened, how did I get here? The last thing I remember is being at the gas station with Lee."

"You're kidding right? Danté... you asked if you could stay with me because of what happened at the police station. I mean... no one could blame you after seeing that."

What in the world is she talking about. I was already making arrangements to stay with Lee, this doesn't make any sense. Not only that, but what in the hell does she mean by, "What happened at the police station." I was at the gas station....

"Danté, you texted me and said for me to ask my parents if it was okay for you to stay with us because you didn't think it was safe to be around your dad remember? My family and I were watching the news as well; I didn't know what to think. I felt so bad for you, so of course I asked and they were more than willing to have you."

This was my idea; I wanted to come over...? I really don't remember any of what she's saying, but I'm here so I can't rule anything out.

"I know you said you didn't want to talk about it.... But technically I'm not. How's your hand?" she asked nervously.

With that question, I could feel my right hand tighten as a faint pain throbbed throughout. I could move it, but doing so hurt... this uncomfortable tingling ran about each of my fingers. Then came the sharp pinch when I tried rubbing my fist. After Caroline flipped the light switch, I was no longer curious about what happened in those missing hours, instead terrified by the events that unfold during.

The pinch was me rubbing a scab from one of my knuckles... Each of them where pretty banged up, had I been in a fight? Needing a moment to myself, I told her I'd be down in a bit.

"Right umm... I'm sorry for asking, just wanted to make sure you were okay... umm yeah... sorry, I'll go." She mumbled while heading for the door.

She did nothing wrong, I just find myself more and more overwhelmed. I'm not in a place emotionally where I should be trying to console or make someone feel better, so I didn't stop her, I just let her go. Before leaving, she turned and pointed over to her closet and said that my bag was in there.

Apparently we stopped by my house and I gathered up enough of my belongings to last me a couple of weeks. I just... can't remember doing any of it... After watching the rail thin girl disappear from the doorway, I immediately made my way over to the closet.

I need clarity, and by clarity I mean my phone. Logs... call log, text log and timestamps galore. Getting my hands on my phone was the only thing that would make sense at this point. It would enable me to find documented proof of everything she said, proof of what happened during those missing hours and how I actually ended up here. At least that's what I was hoping it would do.

Down on my knees, I begin digging through it, finding only clothes and pairs of shoes. I don't remember getting any of this stuff, yet it's all here. After feeling around in the bag, I accept that my phone isn't in it. Just odd... my phone is always with me. In this day and age, it's pretty much teenager 101.