23 year old, Fatima's life was well planned out when she finished her college studies in Stanford University. Coming back home in London, she'd planned to take a gap year and have time to figure out what she really wanted to do with her life. Everyt...
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Pulling up in my parking lot, I released an exasperated sigh because of the long day it had been. Though sex with my wife released some of the stress I had and I was more than grateful that she was there for me. I exited my car, locked it and made my way inside the house. I started at the kitchen to have a glass of cold water, I needed it. But then I noticed it was quiet, no sign of Fiona or Fatima, not even Mira but I assumed she had left already but the other two... where were they?
I went to the living, calling out for them but I got no response. I found it weird because Fatima would always come downstairs when I arrived home or she'd be in the living room with Fiona and their friends. Now it was quiet, only security guards were outside.
I decided to go check the upstairs, I climbed up the stairs, heading straight to our bedroom.
"Mi reina!" I called out in the corridor but no response came, I went inside our bedroom and called out for Fatima but she wasn't there, I checked Fiona's room but nothing. No sign of them.
Where are they?
I reached for my phone and called Fiona, it sent me straight to voicemail, I called Fatima's, it rang for sometime but no one picked. I called again and she picked up on the second ring.
"Zayn, hey!"
"I just got home. Where are you, guys?"
"Oh us...?" She sounded funny, unusual, she wasn't the Fatima I knew. "We're just... fetching some things from..."
"Do you have security with you?"
"Yes, we do. Don't worry about us, we'll be back in no time."
She was lying to me, I could hear the doubt and uneasiness in her voice. One thing about Fatima, she couldn't lie to save herself. "Where are you?"
"With Fiona."
"I know you're with Fiona, baby. Where are you?"
"Zayn."
"Fatima."
"We're fine, just carry on with your work, we'll be there soon."
Fear seared through me. "Tell me where you are, baby." Something was wrong, she was being cagey about it but I could tell.
"We're fine, I promise. I'll see you when I get back."
"Fatima?" That sounded like a plea. I needed to know if she was really fine or not.
