All Tyla Hemmings wanted to do, was to finish high school, go to college and perhaps get married to her best friend, and boyfriend, Colton Adams. But all of that changes when she unexpectedly meets a handsome stranger one afternoon, and a serial go...
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The next morning comes sooner than I had hoped. I had hoped that I would be able to sleep a little longer and enjoy the dream of being back in my husband's arms, but alas, reality had to wake me up. I groggily opened my eyes, slowly looking around the room. Alexander's shirt provided some comfort at the fact that I now can't even go back home without feeling an overwhelming sense of fear. I didn't even get to take anything of his with me when I ran out of the house. I suppose that's why it means so much to me that Jesse gave it to me to wear last night. I haven't gone to bed one night without wearing something of Alexander's. Last night would have been the first.
My mind is racing with thoughts. Who did I see outside my window? Why was that person there? What did he want? Is he the murderer everyone in this town is hoping to get rid of? What would have happened if Jesse wasn't there with me? How many times did he spy on me through my window? I shudder at the thought that I may very well have been watched since the moment Alexander went missing. I wonder what sick pleasure a person could possibly get from tearing someone else's life apart like this.
I glance at the mystery box, still utterly afraid of what could be waiting for me inside of it. I probably should have opened it as soon as we were in the car, but the truth is that I'm unsure if I want to. I know that once I do open it, there will be no going back and I will have to deal with whatever contents lay inside. I'll let the police open it. I feel like it could be evidence and I don't want to risk tampering with evidence that could lead to me finding Alexander and proving his innocence.
Wasting no time in getting ready, I rush to the bathroom and wash my face. Ridding it of the remaining makeup. Today would be a no makeup look since I didn't bother trying to pack any the previous night. I keep Alexander's shirt on, but tie it fashionably in the front to match my black skinny jeans and ballet flats. After combing my hair through, I inspect my appearance. Dark circles frame my eyes, and my cheeks have lost its fullness. I'm aware that I have lost weight since Alexander's disappearance, but I was not aware of how much weight I had actually lost. After feeling somewhat satisfied with my look, I exit the bathroom and head towards the kitchen.
"Good morning Tyla" Jesse greets, seeing me enter the kitchen, a large cup on coffee in his hand.
"Morning Jesse, how did you sleep?" I ask politely, even though I want nothing more than to rudely rush out of the door straight to the police station.
"Not too well, but I suppose neither did you." He answers knowingly. I merely shrug, pouring myself some coffee into a cup.
"When you're ready, I was thinking we could go to the police station and see if maybe the detective has found anything regarding Alexander's number. I told them about the calls and the text yesterday and they said they will see if they can track anything related to it." He continues to speak when he realises that I likely will not be the best conversation buddy right now. I gulp down my coffee and place it in the sink.
