We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

Reggie

One week later.
"I want to do something special for Harry." I tell Zahra as I pass the needle through the cloth. Again. Since I can't go to work, I have nothing to do, other than lounge around and I get so bored. My wrists are fine now. The marks are almost gone, but Harry still doesn't let me go to work. So I have started stitching on random, old items that are lying around the house. Due to Harry's stupidity, Zahra found out about my attempted suicide. I scolded Harry so much for telling her. Zahra being Zahra, got on the next flight and came to Singapore. Since then, she's been living with us, eating my head every single day.
"Like what?" Zahra asks me, bored. She hates it when I get into the romantic mood. Zahra will always remain a tomboy. She'll never like romance novels or movies.
"I don't know." I shrug my shoulders. "A candle-light dinner or a romantic movie?" Zahra acts like she's throwing up.
"No! That's so cheesy," she says.
"Like you can come up with a better idea." Zahra's eyes move to the ceiling as if she's thinking something.
"I have something in mind. But I don't want you to do something for Harry, I want him to do something for you." Zahra says, looking at me.
"No!" I shake my head. "He does enough for me already. Poor guy, he's been making Darcy and I food everyday, since I got hurt."
"And you still haven't told him that the food tastes disgusting."
"It's the thought that counts," I defend Harry.
"And our poor taste-buds get the punishment."
"If you hate his food so much then you should get something from your restaurant." Zahra looks at me as if I've lost my mind.
"Didn't you think that I would've already tried that? I offered, but Harry said no. He wants to cook for us himself." Zahra says, playing around with the threads of an old pillow that I've lined up so that I can stitch weird patterns on it. Suddenly, my eyes land on the wall clock. Shit! Harry told me that today he has some important work and Zahra needs to pick up Darcy from school. I totally forgot.
"Zahra, I have to go and get Darcy," I say. I throw the pillow on the ground and grab my phone. If I hurry, then I can reach the school in ten minutes. Darcy's home-bell will ring in five.
"Isn't Harry picking her up?" Zahra asks me, confused. I shake my head. He's been picking her up for the past week and that's why I'm out of the habit.
"I have to go. Bye!" I'm out the door before Zahra can stop me. In two minutes, Zahra will realize that Harry had instructed her not to let me go out of the house for any reason. Before she can come running out and grab me, I get in the car and speed out of the driveway. I turn the radio's volume up. Gosh, it's been so long since I've gotten out of the house alone. I feel as free as a bird. As I'm about to enter Darcy's school lane, my phone starts ringing in my lap. I look down, knowing it's Zahra or Harry, but it isn't. It's an unknown number. I furrow my brows, pulling to one side, switching on my hazard lights.
"Hello," I say.
"Ah, Mus. Finally, someone picked up. I thought that I'd have to call Harry directly." A man says over the speaker.
"Who's this?"
"Of course, we haven't talked before. Pardon me for my bad manners; I'm Reggie." The man says. Reggie? I've never heard the name before.
"I'm sorry, I don't know a Reggie." I say, switching off my hazard lights and ending the call. I pull onto the main street and my phone rings again. Sighing, I put it on speaker.
"How rude! Here I am being so nice to you and you end the call?" Reggie says.
"You've got the wrong number." I say, ready to cut the call again.
"Mamma!" I hear Darcy yell. Her voice is filled with panic and fear. My heart clenches and I stop mid-way.
"W-Why is my daughter with you?" I ask him, pulling onto the side. As the drivers pass by, they glare at me.
"You're no fun. I thought that we'd get to know each other, before getting to the main point. Alas, you have something else in mind."
"Why is Darcy with you?" I ask him, through gritted teeth.
"Well, I kidnapped her from school. You should've put your daughter in a school with far more security." Reggie says. "I mean, I thought Harry really loves you both, I guess not. But, I do know that you love her. More than him, at least." My hands clench around the steering wheel.
"Get to the point."
"Meet me at Marina Bay Sands hotel. Room 505, I forgot the floor. Well, you can ask the receptionist. Oh, and if you try to tell your pretty boyfriend about this...you don't want to receive your daughter's head in the mail, right?"
"Don't touch her," I warn him. "I'll meet you there."