Murders Of The Past

FOURTEEN

OK NOW here's chapter 14 again, you don't have to reread this if you've already read it.

CARLOS PARKS THE car and the moment I look up my smile drops.

"This isn't Golden Corral," I take notice of the small building made up of brown and red bricks. Stephanie McFarlane, a sign on the white door reads. I narrow my eyes.

"Carlos," I start warily. "Where are we?"

"Let's go." He opens his door and gets out.

"Carlos," I murmur, watching him walk around the car and to my door, opening it. "Carlos."

"Come on, Sadie," he sighs sadly. I look at the building, then at him, feeling my stomach twist.

"Where are we?"

"Don't make me carry you in there." He gives me warning look.

  "Where are we?" I press, refusing to get out until he gives me an answer. Until I know I won't hate this.

  Carlos sighs, reaching over and unbuckling me before pulling me from the car.

  "Carlos!" I squirm in his hold, trying to jump free as he drags me to the door. I feel like a child who's about to get shots.

  "Trust me, I don't want to do this anymore than you do."

  "Trust me, you're going to regret this!"

  "We'll see about that." He closes the door, leaving us enclosed in a small room with a couch and two loveseats. Like a waiting room. It is a waiting room.

  "Carlos, where are we?" I ask for the hundredth time. A white door opens, revealing a young lady with long black hair tied into a ballet bun.

  "Carlos and Sadie Colby?" She looks between us. Peering past her and finding a warm red couch against a warm beige wall, an olive green love seat across from it, and a box of tissues on a coffee table, I begin to understand where we are.

  "That's us." Carlos takes a step into the room and I roll my eyes. Well, who else would it be? We're the only people in here.

  Carlos and I take a seat on the red couch while the woman sits on the olive green chair, crossing her legs and smiling at us.

  "So, what brings you two here?" I raise my hand.

  "I was kidnapped and— "

  "We're having issues," Carlos states nonchalantly. I look at him, gaping.

  "No, we're not." I shake my head, turning to look at the woman. "No we're not." The woman types something into her laptop before looking at Carlos.

  "And what are those issues?"

  "Sadie's insane." Carlos shrugs and I roll my eyes. Of course I am, I'm Sadie.

  "Insane how?"

  "Well, she..." Carlos pauses before looking at me with narrow eyes. He leans towards the woman. "She's always drinking wine."

  "I am not— "

  "She drinks it when I wake up, she drinks it when I get home, she drinks it in the middle of the night when she sneaks out of bed and doesn't think I know."

  "And Sadie, would you agree?" They look at me. I cross my arms.

  "Well, I..." I do drink wine a lot. "What's so wrong with drinking wine?"

  "She drinks it so much she isn't even affected by it." The woman, Stephanie, nods.

  "And— "