No Ordinary Love

Chapter 50

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Zayra didn't see Ryan waiting for her. He wanted to talk to her. Joshua and Angie had told him she was out of it. He wanted to see how she was doing. He watched Zayra walked aimlessly. He got off the car and walked toward her, he saw blood on her and his heart rate elevated.

What the fuck?

"Zayra."

She heard her name being called but she was still disoriented. She saw him approach her, knew his face but couldn't speak.

"Zayra, you're bleading." he looked at her mouth and shirt and hands. He tried to grab her but she moved erratically around. She opened her mouth to speak.

"kamruh"

"What?" she walked away from him a crazed look on her eyes. "Zayra, what's wrong?"

She pointed at her therapist office, "kamruh" each word stretching she couldn't say it right. She covered her face when she noticed his confused eyes. She walked backwards, away from him. She pointed one more time. "ka-mu-rah" and bolted.

"Zayra!"

He watched her cross the street, a car almost hitting her. He tried running after her but looked back to the office. He grabbed his phone and called Roman.

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Roman was driving on his way to pick up Zayra. He had asked her to call him when she was done, he had gone and talked to a few Psychiatrists that were recommended to him. He had set up an appointment with one. He had told Emily he would go and pick Zayra up.

He figured she wouldn't call him for a ride so decided to show up instead, see if maybe her therapist could shed some light. He was less than 15 minutes away when his phone rang. He frowned, he had saved Ryan's number on his phone.

"Hello?"

"Roman, its Zayra, She's...fuck you need to come quick. I'm at her therapist office."

"What the fuck Ryan? Where's Zayra?" he felt his nerves flaring. Why was he there?

"She ran, Roman she had blood on her. She kept mumbling something and pointing at the office."

"Where did she go?"

"I don't know, but..." he sighed. "I think she killed her therapist."

"What!" he roared. He slammed on the breaks. He hadn't noticed the light turn red.

"Just hurry." he hung up the phone.

Roman rushed it, got there in record time and ran to where Ryan waited by the door. His eyes aghast and the color in his skin was green. He walked in and saw her therapist Elliott on the sofa, his face beaten, a bloody object on the floor.

"Fuck! Fuck Fuck Fuck!" he walked out. "What did she say to you!" his face contorted into something ugly. Ryan saw the fear in his eyes.

"She said something like camera?" he shook his head. He pulled his beanie off of him and raked his long hair.

"Did you call the cops?"

He nodded.

"Good, you did good." he pinched the bridge of his nose. He grabbed his phone and called everyone. He had to find her before the cops did.

He couldn't believe it.

What the fuck happened?

Camera?

He walked in and looked around. He saw the key hanging on a cabinet door, when he opened the door he saw the camera. His face paled as he looked at the therapist. Anger consuming him as he figured out what happened. He began to follow the camera wires and found the DVR and tapes.