your bones - healy

7. Hidden box

I watched the rain fall onto the window of the car. They just stay there, then slowly leave. Just like me, I don't want to talk to this man. He's slowly ruining my life. "Ariana, as much as I want to tell you I can't."

I turn to him. "How did he know my name?" I looked at him in disgust. "Six days, really? Do you honestly not expect me to think something is up?" Matt just shook his head and continued to drive. I can't do this. I can't bare the fact that something Is going to happen to me in six days and that this Dan guy knew my name. Who is he anyways? I did notice one thing, how they talked about someone, but not using their name.

I'm guessing we were heading to where we would be staying judging on the fact that there was a huge suite hotel in front of us. He parked and grabbed his suitcase, he closed the trunk and walked towards what seemed like a grand entrance. I looked around in shock, who has this type of money? He lead us towards the elevator and pressed the number floor 21. The ride up was nothing but silent. I didn't even know if he was breathing. We finally reached the top, which felt like a lifetime. I got out as quick as possible. We walked towards what I was guessing was his room suite. He walked towards it and fidgeted his hand In his pocket looking for something, pulling out a key and unlocking the door. He walked in quickly. I just watched him, and stayed outside. I don't want to even know how he can afford this. Just as If he read my mind he said,

"My work pays for this, so you can come in." He stated. I walked in slowly examining the place.

"What do you work for?" He just ignored me as usual and walked into another room. Matt came back out with sweat pants and a baggy shirt.

"Here you go. The bathroom is two doors down."

Matt got into the shower which meant I was pretty much alone. I went into his bed room searching his drawers. All I found was cigarette packets, postcards and letters. There was nothing. I laid on the floor when I noticed a box under the bed. I automatically found hope again. I got on my knees and pulled out the box. I opened it by taking of the lid, there was a lot of papers with names and locations, and a date under them. There was a picture paper clipped onto each one. I looked at one: Amelia Harris, Wolverhampton, October 21st. I looked through all of them scared and confused on why he had all of these. What do they even mean? There was a letter in here also. I took it out of its envelope and began to read it. Like a confused puppy, it read:

Dear Matthew,

This is one of the most important things you can do for me. I need you to bring this one in a week and let me just warn you, she is worth a lot! I need her. If you fail you know what exactly happens and what is to come. You have ten days. She is currently in London right now, so I'll have you fly out. I'll need you to capture her, I dont care how you do it just make sure you get her. If you can complete this you'll be getting a raise of half a million pounds. Remember, she is not just another girl so you need to hand her right to me. Her information is also in the envelope. I'm counting on you.