Lost Forever

Chapter 4

Dylan's POV: 

I slammed the door shut behind me, listening to the last of the echos float through my small house. My eyes widened with the sight that I had encountered. 

A flowerpot had been knocked onto the floor, the soil scattering in all different directions. The coffee table had been upturned, meaning all the possessions had been thrust upon the floor. 

In the doorway to the kitchen, two shoe-covered feet were visible. I ran through my lounge into the kitchen and kneeling beside the maid that I had hired earlier that day.

Her name was Debra. She occasionally came to clean for me and today had been the first day in two weeks that i had asked for her. I payed her good pay and she enjoyed seeing Darby and Molly here too.

"Debra?" I whispered. Her eyes were sealed shut. Her lips were slightly parted, letting out a small breath every so often.

"Debra!" I exclaimed, shaking her. 

Finally, I let out a big breath as her eyes flickered open, her face full of dread and horror.

Joe's POV: 

I picked up the plastic cup that Daniel had given me earlier. Around ten minutes after he had boarded up the windows, he had visited me and had given me a sandwich and a cup of water.

Earlier, I heard someone else enter the apartment and as much as I shouted and pleaded, the extra person wouldn't come to save me. 

I guess they were on the same side.

Also, throughout the time that the visitor came, the sounds of smooches had come from the the room too. It must've been a woman. 

I placed the larger end of the plastic cup to the wall, and the smaller end to my ear, listening intently to the conversation that was occurring next door. 

I could only just make out Daniel and the other man's voice.

"I really don't know about this," the person who had just entered didn't seem sure about something. I vaguely notified the voice, but I couldn't put my finger upon it.

"It's too late now, its done," Daniel stubbornly spoke.

"I really don't know Daniel, I can't be-" the visitor was cut off by Daniel's sharp and electrifying voice.

"Enough! He's in there now! I'm going to make him pay! Make them all pay! They haven't half felt the pain that I did," he stopped, calming and collecting himself. 

"Daniel, don't get worried about it," the other man said. 

"I want to see him," the visitor said, pacing towards the door.

I heard the footsteps amplify as they neared the door, I threw the cup onto the bed and sat myself down, waiting for the visitor to enter.

I heard the door become unlocked from the other side and watched as the figure was revealed. 

I gasped.

Dylan's POV: 

I sat Debra down on the white sofa, guarding her carefully as she delicately placed the ice pack to her head again.

"What on earth happened?" I asked, concerned.

"Well," she began in her usual Spanish accent, "I get here around half an hour ago and let myself in, as you told me. I go into kitchen and begin cleaning when I hear knock at door. I do as you tell me to do and I ignore. Then the knock gets louder until they come in and they start smashing things and kicking things," she recollected the events, shuddering at times.