The Target

Lewis's Warehouse

Adam killed them. It was Adam all along.

I am in Harry's house with a high fever. The doctor came and said that it was because of shock, stress, and anxiety. Harry took care of me all night. After Adam went away, Harry was holding me while I cried till there were no tears left. Not soon after I puked thrice, which got Harry worried and he called the doctor.

Right now, it's ten in the morning, and I am still in bed. Harry is in the kitchen making breakfast. Mum and dad are coming to check up on me. And Adam? Adam must be out plotting Harry's murder or maybe mine. I was back in my depression. Only this time, there is no one to save me. The person who always saved me had, now, became the reason. And I can't deal with it. Harry came in with some boiled egg and bacon. I sat up and ate my breakfast while Harry called Detective Kurtz to tell her about last night. "Yeah, sure. I'll be there but I am not sure about Amelia," Harry said and kept the phone away. "What happened? Do we have to go there?" I coughed. "Careful! Here take some water," he said handing me a glass. I drank it and waited for an answer. "Yes, but I'll go. You will rest! Anne and Fred will be here in another five minutes," He said. "No! I'm fine. I want to go. I need to go! Harry, please," I begged but he just shook his head and went out. The doorbell rang and I could hear my mother's worried voice while my dad calmed her. Harry received them, sent them to me, and went down to the station.

I am bursting with anxiety. Harry's been gone for two hours and my mother has been smothering me since. "Mom, stop it! I am fine," I told her when she checked my forehead for the fifth time in the last hour. My fever was almost gone and I had started walking around the house. I dialed Harry's number again. I've been calling him for the last hour and he is not picking up. My anxiety is at its peak so I decided to call Kurtz if he didn't pick up this time.

Voicemail, again. I thought.

I dialed Kurtz. She picked up after two rings. "WHAT'S GOING ON?" I shouted on the phone. "WHY IS HARRY NOT HOME YET?" "Slow down. Harry left an hour back. He should be back by now," Kurtz said. My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach. "Wh-What do you mean Harry left an hour ago? He isn't home. What if-" I covered my mouth as quiet sobs escaped. All sorts of possibilities were flashing before my eyes. "Amelia?" Kurtz called but I didn't respond. I was paralyzed with fear. "Grills, track Harry's number RIGHT NOW!" I heard the detective bark some more orders before calling out to me again.

After few more blank responses, she disconnects the call. "I-I have to go," I declare to my parents. "But-" "No! I have to," I interrupted my mom. I know they will try and stop me but I need to find Harry before Adam hurts him. I grab my car keys and walk out the door. Once in the car, my head goes a little fuzzy. I shake it off and drink some water. Once my blurred vision was back to normal, I started driving.

Looking for Harry gave me vigorous flashbacks of Gracy's disappearance. Tears formed in my eyes as I sped my car through the glorious streets of Manhattan. The place I loved the most now haunted me. I stopped at Central Park to find Harry. While scanning the park, my phone rang. I didn't bother looking at the caller id and picked it up. I was already panicking but my breathing hitched when I heard His voice on the other end.

"Amy!" Adam said.

I can feel the maniacal smirk that, I'm sure, he has.

"When will you learn, princess? Once your friends are missing, they are as good as dead. Not Harry though. Let's see how much you really love him, shall we?"

"What did you do to him? Where is he?" I panted.

"Don't worry, darling! Just come to me and you'll see," He ended the call with a small laugh. Not soon after I got an address. With a note, of course. Come alone.

Track me! I messaged Kurtz as soon as I sat back in the car. Calculating that it will take around an hour or two before Kurtz figure it out, I started driving.

I drove to the place only to realize that it was Lewis's old warehouse that no one but Me, Harry, Adam, and Lewis knew about. Of course, he would do this here. I thought. What better place to torture our remaining friend than the garage of a murdered one. "ADAM?! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" I entered the darkness shouting.

Lewis always had a thing for serenity. So, just like his house, he built his warehouse on the outskirts of the city. However much I scream, no one will hear me or us.

"Language, Darling!"