Memories and Strangers (A danisnotonfire fanfic )

13: I wish I knew for sure

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Fays POV
 I listened to my grumbling stomach. The guy has left me alone for a long while now. Deep inside I was afraid he would just leave me here and I would die.
My hands were numb. After trying to get the cable ties off for half an hour I gave up, with my wrists hurting.
I didn’t know what time it was. I didn’t know if it was day or night. This artificial light was driving me crazy.
I was also a little hungry, but it didn’t matter. I wanted to loose weight anyway.
But worst of all I was missing Dan. I had a lot of time to think about him. Every moment we had together, made me smile, making me miss him even more.
Finally one tear ran down my cheek. I kept them back for so long, trying to not be too weak.
I sniffed. Why was this horrible person doing this?
And why was he doing this to me?
What would I give for seeing Dan walking through that grey door, opposite of me, that had remained closed for so long.
I didn’t want that guy to come back. He scared me. And I knew him from somewhere. I didn’t know where. But his face was so familiar. And his eyes. I shivered.
They were nothing but evil.
I winced as the door was slammed open. The guy quickly walked through the hall towards me. Everything inside of me wanted to run away from him.
I turned my head away, expecting him to hit me or something.

I tried to rob away from him as he touched me. His strong hands didn’t even realise I was trying to move. He leaned me forward and I screamed when cold metal touched my skin.
”Shut up”, he murmured, “I’m just cutting the ties. You’re hand are blue. I need in a whole piece.
Well, actually I don’t, but my boss does. So I have to be nice to you”.
He harshly pushed me back against the box.
”Don’t even think of doing something stupid. I’m stronger and faster than you”. He threw a paper bag down to the ground. It landed one foot away from me.
”Eat that”, he said and just remained squatting down next to me. I didn’t move. I wouldn’t eat.
”Eat”, he hissed. I stared at my hands. They were really blue. I moved my fingers, trying to get back some feeling in them.
”Haven’t you heard me? EAT”, he screamed and held the paper bag in front of my face. I turned my face away, holding back a whimper.
”Alright. You will get hungry some when and I have better things to do than to deal with a stubborn girl”. He got up and turned around. I didn’t look at him. I kept looking at the flaky cement.
”Don’t try to run away or hide. You won’t get out of this room. And you don’t want me to find you somewhere else than here”, he called over his shoulder, while walking out. Then he closed the door.
The sound grated on my ears. I dared to look back up, just to see the empty room again. Desperation filled me up and I started sobbing heavily. Streams of tears were streaming down my cheeks and just wasn’t able to stop crying. My chest was shivering and my hands were wet and black from tears and washed off make up. I didn’t even try to calm down, I just let it all out. All the pent-up emotions. All the insecurities. The loss of my family. My father. My mom. My brother.
I sobbed even heavier. My chest started hurting. I curled up in a ball and lay down to the side. My head touched the bag of food. The smell of bread reached my nostrils and I felt nothing but disgust.
I grabbed the bag and threw it away with a scream. My throat hurt.
I rested my head on the hard ground. It was smelling of gasoline. I closed my tired, burning eyes and dried on in silence. After some time I must have  fallen asleep.
I opened my eyes. At once I knew where I was and desperation was coming back to me.
But I sat up and started to wipe my face with my jumper until the mascara was gone from my cheeks.
Then I took a deep breath. I had to get myself together again until he would come back.
 
Suddenly I had an idea.
My phone!
I put it in my bra, before I went into the lounge. I reached inside my shirt and my heart jumped.

Dans POV

I was near tears sitting in Claire's and Fay's Lounge. Claire was at work, but I refused to go until Fay would show up. I already walked every possible way there was around the building but there was no hint of Fay. No footsteps. Nothing.
Where was she?
I already tried to call her like 10 times but it was always her happy mailbox message to tell me: “Hello! This is Fays switched off phone. I probably forgot to charge it, so please leave me a message after the beep and I’ll call you back”.
Just the sound of her sweet voice reminded me of so many moments we had together. I even remember the look of her blue eyes, looking at me deeply while recording her mailbox message.
I have spent some days without her and I survived it obviously. But I always knew where she was. Or at least I knew she was safe.
Now I had terrible scenes in my mind’s eye of Fay being kidnapped or murdered. My lungs got tight every time I thought about what could happen to her.
If only I knew she was safe.
I was sure she was alive. I think I would feel if something that…bad would happen to her. I would know!
Suddenly my phone rang and I jumped up. I looked at the display and was a little disappointed to see Phil written in big letters on the screen.
I sighed and picked up.
”Hey Phil”, I said.
”Hey Dan. I was just wondering, if you were planning on coming home sometime soon. Don’t forget we have to be at bbc1 in the evening”. Shit. The radio show! I totally forgot about that.
”I’m sorry, Phil. I wanted to come home, but Fay is gone”.
”What do you mean, Fay is gone?”
”I don’t know where she is. She wasn’t there this morning and she didn’t show up yet and she also won’t pick up her phone”. My voice sounded as if I was about to cry. In fact I was, but I didn’t want Phil to know.
”What?! Where is she? That doesn’t sounds like something Fay wouldn’t do! Did you call the police yet?”
”No. I wanted to in”, I took a look at the clock, “10 minutes”.
”You should call them right know. I’ll come over, alright and we’ll wait until we have to go to bbc, right?”, he already hanged up, before I could say something.
So I called the police and then sat down on the couch, feeling extremely exhausted.

Phil and I sat on the couch just talking. For I long time I didn’t talk to Phil about that. We were always somehow busy on the Internet or distracted by our channels and the radio. Now we had time to talk.
Even though the thoughts and worries about Fay stayed in the back of my head. Claire called four times. She sounded even more disappointed each time, Phil told me. I didn’t want to tell her. Each time I said that Fay was not there, I was about to break down crying. About to loose my face.
Claire got home from work earlier to be there, in case Fay would come home.
As soon as Claire was home, Phil and me had to leave. We had to rehearse for tonight’s show. And already we were way too late.

Noones POV
He sat in his neat, new flat, that his boss was paying for him, angry, that that girl was still alive. his boss said vague things, like he should not harm her. She would bring them information.
He didn’t care. He was paid for kidnapping and killing people. Not to feed and keep them. His boss said, it was an exception. This weird German girl was god damn lucky.
She drove him crazy. She didn’t eat the whole day and each time he got in, she didn’t look at him. She just kept staring at her hands or the ground. ‘What would my boss think, I did to her?’, he thought
He sighed and rested his heavy head on the pillows.
He felt exhausted, and somehow a different side in him appeared. 
It was like his second personality. A vulnerable, loving side in him. Brought to live some days ago, by a pair of deep blue eyes.
His phone started buzzing in his trousers and without looking at the display he picked up.
”Yes?”, he said, trying to sound not to tired.
”Hey, baby. I was wondering if you had time for me”.
O damn it. He felt a warm feeling in his tummy and the need to envelope her in his strong arms. And that scared him more, than a gun pointed at his head. But his second personality wanted to be loved, so he said:
”Shall I come to your place?”, he said with his softest voice.
”That would be lovely. I’m not feeling very well”. He felt a new feeling. Pity. He really became a whole new person talking to her. Somehow he like this side of him.
”Send me a message with your address, will you?”
”Alright Tom. See you soon”, she hesitated and he heard her precious breath, “I miss you”.
”Miss you too, C”, he answered shortly, his heart stuffed with emotions, from these three words. Never in his life has someone ever said something that nice to him. Never. Not even close.
Some minutes later his phone buzzed again and his heart almost stopped beating, looking at the address she sent him.
He felt like his insides were falling apart. Beads of sweat dripped off his forehead as his two personalities crashed into each other.

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