Fighting Darkness

Chapter Six

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****Nathan****

I don't have her phone number!

The girl I saved and i couldn't even get her bloody phone number? I'm such an idiot.

The sun sets low over the hills, far from the Detroit lights. The mountains give a silent protection, security, pride and courage.

My eyes scan over the kitchen. A light ocean blue is thrown up on the walls, sparkly misty tile color is the back splash; the wooden floors give a soft shine back at you. Mom shouldn't be cleaning but she always insist she needs to do something. She's so fragile I'm scared to leave her alone anymore.

Thousands of cook books line the shelves.

HOW TO MAKE GREAT PASTA.

13 WAYS TO MAKE CAKE.

YELLOW PAGES OF DETROIT.

That's an interesting cook book name.

I slander over to the thick book, running my fingers over the spine. The words pop out as people's faces and huge buildings are on the cover as pull the book out. I take another look at the huge thing in my hands.

YELLOW PAGES OF DETROIT.

Flipping through the pages, names and places fill my head.

Robert Owens.

Robert Owens.

Robert Owens.

My God how many 'Robert Owens' live in Detroit?

My brain process this is the phone book of Detroit. I can find Paige!

But what's her last name? Does she have her own address? No, she can't, she lives with Derek. What's his last name?!

Okay, Nathan, just go to the 'D' and call every Derek that's on there.

I grab the red phone of its receiver and start with the first number..

"Hello?" And elderly mans voice rings through the phone. I quickly hang up and move to the next one.

"Yes?" A high pitched women's voice answers. Again I hang up.

I close my eyes, letting my finger slide over the page. Letting my eyes open, the tip of my pointer finger rests on the fourth Derek Matthew there is.

The buttons crunch under the force of my fingers. I wait as the phone rings.

"H-Hello?"

****Paige****

Books surround me as my eyes scan over the words one of them provides me.

"Slowly, ever so slowly, my teeth sink in to her neck."

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Do I answer it?

I take the chance and grab the wireless phone off the receiver from the bedside table.

"H-Hello?" My voice is shrill. Terror like.

"Is this Paige?" The voice strikes me familiar, but I can't place a name to it.

"Yes. Who is this?" He sighs, I can tell he is smiling on the other end.

"It's Nathan." Oh My God. My voice catches in my throat. Why is he calling me? I mean I'm glad he is, but what do I say?

"Oh," I reply back, " how are you?"

" Good, but that's not what I wanted."

"Then what do you want?" I reply back rather harshly. Nathan laughs on the other end. I can hear him shuffling before he replies again.

"Do you want to get some coffee, tomorrow?"