The Sweep 2

Chapter 2

The room goes red, and it closes in on me. I panic, banging on the door and screaming for anyone to help me. I feel an icy, cold breath on my neck, almost like someone is talking to me. My body is almost pressed up against the mirror as it fogs. I'm so terrified that I thought I saw a hint of a figure behind me. I'm almost crushed before the door swing open and I fall out. I scramble out of the main closet that the iCloset is in and run to the bedroom door, but it also swings open with force. Hearing the commotion, Lance runs up to me. I immediately wrap my arms around his torso as he holds me close to him, "what happened?"

"The... The closet... It tried to kill me." I am out of breath and can barely stand from fear.

Lance picks me up and places me on the bed. His face turns from worried to upset. He goes into the closet to inspect it and then types something on his phone. I wait for him to get back while composing myself. He exits it and avoids my gaze, "I'm leaving tonight. I'll be gone for a week."

"Why?" I ask him but he heads to the door. I get up and hug his back. "What is going on?"

He tenses up. Silence falls on the room for a few seconds before he turns around and looks at me with worried eyes. "There is something increasingly wrong and it seems to be all focused on you," he slides his hand through my hair and a quick, sad sigh escapes his mouth, "I need you to stay here and away from technology while I'm gone. I know I told you that I would explain tonight what is going on but I'm afraid what is happening right now is bigger than any one of us." He hugs me tightly and whispers, "I can't lose you again."

I pull away from him and glare, "and I can't stay here without you. Do you know how much trauma I'm developing after being trapped in a death closet!?" How could he think leaving me behind is the right solution to this predicament? Him not explaining anything to me makes for a very suspicious situation.

Lance looks down at my necklace that he gave me years ago with the tracker. He says that he doesn't track me anymore, but I have my doubts. There's been too many coincidences that has happened where he knew where I was. One time being where I tried taking a dip in our hot tub by myself while he was at work and suddenly he was there waiting for me saying that he got out of work early. Or that other time where he stalked me across the island while I was out with Ana. I caught him posing next to one of the mannequins and was going to call him out for it, but Ana thought it would be funnier to watch as the sales associate tried to pose him differently and take his arm off. She was terrified when he started talking to her. I heard she quit her job that day.

After a moment of silence, he speaks up, "I promise I will explain everything to you when the time is right. But right now I have to fix something that should have been solved years ago." He lets go of me and looks me in the eyes, "please trust me. I never want you getting hurt so I must go now while I still have time."

His cryptic language is getting on my nerves. It would be so much easier to explain what is going on rather than leaving me worried about what he is doing. "I promise, Y/N, I'll be as safe as possible and I'll be with the guys if that helps calm your worries."

"Oh, great. Being with Roldan as your bodyguard definitely eases my nerves," I sarcastically say. I'm glad he's going to be with his friends but what can they do that I can't? I'm just as capable, if not more, than some.

He sighs and frowns, "you may be upset at me now but you'll thank me for this later." He pushes me backwards. While I regain my balance, he closes the door in front of me. I rush to the door and open it, thinking that it was locked. He turns around in the dark hallway and folds his arms across his chest, "miss me already? Or did you think I was going to lock you in?"