One in the Same

Ch. 15: Arkyn

I was ten feet in the apartment and felt immediately off. Something wasn't right. Taking my headphones out of my ears, and dropping my workout bag by the door, it swung shut with ease as I kicked off my sneakers.

"Sylv? Baby?" I called out. No reply. My mouth frowned as my eyebrows furrowed making my way to the bathroom. The bedroom was empty, no sign of her, but her clothes were all over the place. Like she was finding something specific to wear before leaving.

Where could she be?

Walking back out to the dining room table, her plate was roughly empty, with some scraps, and another had a dome lid on top. Taking it off, my stomach rolled with hunger as my eyes took in the feast. Pancakes, with melted chocolate chips on top, scrambled eggs, sausages...

She had made breakfast? My heart leaped in my chest, a smile spread on my ace, but then again it turned into a frown. She wasn't here. Why would she make all of this, eat hers and not be here when I got back?

Digging for my phone, I scrolled to her contact and called her, but it went straight to voicemail. I dialed again, and the same thing happened. A small panic crawled its way up my neck, my thumb scowled to Jake's number and called him instead.

"Hey, hey, hey, handsome." Jake teased.

"Have you talked to Sylvia this morning?" I asked, retracing my steps as if she would be hiding and I didn't see her.

"For a bit, yeah. She was in the middle of making breakfast for you - which reminds me, how was it? Did she burn the place down?"

"She isn't here." I blurted, wincing at the noise coming into my eardrum.. "I just got back from the gym -- hey, stop fucking moaning any year, alright? -- Anyway, all of her stuff is still here. Clothes, shoes, but her clothes in the room are everywhere."

Jake snorted, "sounds like she was in a hurry."

"Well yeah, no shit, Jake. But she made breakfast, and hers is gone, but mine is untouched. I don't know man, something doesn't add up here."

"Well maybe--"

"Jake." I clipped. 

"Arkyn." Jake pressed back. "Maybe she took off somewhere? On foot?"

"Why wouldn't she answer her phone then? I called her three times before I called you. Goes straight to voicemail. Her location is off. We've shared it this whole time."

Jake didn't have an answer for me, other than a concerned grunt on his side, followed by some shuffling.

"This is weird," I continued eyeing her purse on the coffee table. Peering over, her license was missing and a scribbled note Call Jake, B on a receipt was in the same spot, "Even more for me to see. Her keys, and purse are still here -- but her wallet is open and her ID is missing."

I was met with silence for a solid ten seconds, and Jake huffed a curse.

"I'll be there in 10. Keep your door closed and don't answer any phone calls until I get there." His voice was an octave lower.

"What's going on, Jake?" I pressed. "Where would she have gone?"

"I don't think it was intentional for her to leave, Ark. I think she was forced to. Something happened..." Jake tried off, groaning. "Goddamn it.

I held my breath, waiting for him to finish.

"She used her clicker to signal that she was in a predicament about an hour and half ago." Clicker? "We have these pens in our cars distinctly for this to happen in case we are in any trouble of some sort. I'm on my way. And don't touch anything." The call was disconnected before I got the chance to reply. Thinking on my toes, I swiped to her contact and clicked on her icon. A while back we had shared locations with each other since it was the 21st century, it was understandable to know where we were at all times.