The Journalist

The Journalist (Chapter nine)

Chapter nine

I hammered my fingertips on the keyboard, the more I wrote, the less it made sense. I sighed in frustration and threw my memory pen onto the floor. It was now mid-week and all I had done was mope about the hotel. I couldn't get Craig out my my head, it was impossible. I grabbed my phone from the table and read the screen: Thirteen missed calls from Craig, five missed calls from Cindy, twenty five un-read messages and I had e-mail after e-mail coming through my inbox.

I decided to open one of the messages, it was Vicky from work.

Wow Bliss, I never knew you were the sort, everyone in work knows about what happened the weekend. You really did have some guts, didn't you? I don't blame you everyone has been giving icy looks towards Craig this morning. LOL!.... cu soon! xox

I launched my phone across the room. Why can't I just have a bit of peace for five minutes? I now can't have my own life thanks to Craig, I was still trying to find out how everyone knew about what happened at Cindy's. On second thought, the magazine is always buzzing with gossip and rumours. An e-mail then appeared on my laptop screen. I decided to click on it, my inbox desperately needed sweeping.

Bliss, you're pregnant? I never knew you and Craig got together, it's going around the editors office that he slept with you and afterwards told you he was already married. You don't need him babe, he has always been a jerk, good luck with your pregnancy. Georgia.

I screamed in frustration. I hated the editor's, every single last one of them, they are all word-twisting bitches. Every article that gets handed in they twist the words and make it seem worse than the situation or person actually is. I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath, I hadn't showered in three days and i'd be lounging about in my pyjamas. So I decided that's what I was going to do. Shower and then go to the hotel spa. I really needed something to relive my stress, I picked up the memory stick and placed it in my gym bag.

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I headed back from a day of luxury, the smells of the hotel spa hung around me like a cloud, the thick heavy scent of body lotions and perfume lingered on my clothes and were seeped into my skin. I took a deep breath in and exhaled all thoughts out of my head. For the first time in weeks I had felt at ease, relaxed and calm.

I had a feeling of freedom building inside. I stopped outside of my room to have a quick glance down the hall way. There was a deathly silence, I hadn't seen Drake since we went skating, nor did I receive any messages from him. Did he find out about Craig? No, he couldn't have, could he? Even worse, he could have found out about the report. Completely impossible. I shrugged snd walked into my room.

I had the feeling that someone had been there while I had been gone, Unless it's just my mind playing tricks on me but I could have sworn I never left out Cindy's dress which she had lent to me last week. I put down my gym bag, which was filled with spa goodies and grabbed the dress to hang back into the wardrobe, immediately I noticed something weird. In fact, it wasn't weird, it was scary.

The whole room had looked as if a bomb had hit it. My clothes were sprawled out in messy heaps on the floor, there were feathers from the pillows showered onto the carpet like a ravenous dog had demolished them, my bed side tables had been tipped upside down, strangely my purse had been left on the floor.

I opened it slowly, no cards or money had been taken, so it was clear what ever these people where after it certainly had nothing to do with money. I scanned the room frantically searching for what they could have been looking for. Then I realised my laptop had been taken from the room. I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when it dawned on me. Did I or did I not import my file onto my documents?