Message in a Bottle

Threat (24)

Chapter 24

*Ciara's POV*

A few mornings later, I awake to the sound of my phone vibarating against Harry's bed side table. I groan, pulling my arm out from underneath the blanket and begin feeling around for the device. My eyes are still closed when I bring it to my ear, I already know who it is without even looking at the phone.

"Hey Jor," I answer groggily. I snap up in bed once I hear the panic in her voice.

"I need someplace to go, right now. How can I get to Harry's house?" Her voice is loud and shaking, I jump out of bed and into the kitchen.

"I don't know the adress! I-I'll ask!" I respond with a worried tone. I run into the kitchen, neither Harry nor Louis were there. I look around and flee into the living room where I find Harry peacefully sleeping on the couch. He's asleep underneath the heavy covers that he had brought out from the linen closet, I fumble with his legs to wake him up.

"What's the matter?" He asks, rubbing his eyes.

"Harry, what's your adress?" I quickly reply, still clueless as to why Jordan was in dis-stress.

"Ciara! Hurry!" I could hear Jordan mumbling through the phone line. My heart rate is increasing rapidly, there is only one reason why should we would be so scared. Mike.

"98 Newberry Lane," he tells me and I don't hesitate when I repeat it into the phone. Jordan's breathing heavily, I feel my stomach drop.

"I'll be there in two minutes, make sure the door is unlocked!" She yells before hanging up. I sprint back into the kitchen, losing my grip on the floor and almost falling. Once I regain my balance, I run over to the door and jiggle the handle, making sure it's unlocked. I pace nervousley back and fourth by the window, looking out every few seconds to see if Jordan had arrived yet. I hear Harry's shuffled footsteps close by, then I see his figure by the countertop.

I bite at my nails. "Jordan's coming here. I don't know why, but something's wrong." I tell him before he was able to ask. He watched my motions intensely, with a confused and worried expression. "Something's wrong. Something is really really wrong." I whisper.

I hear the hum of Jordan's car in the driveway. I look out the window and see Jordan's figure running towards the front door. I sigh, relieved that she made it here safely but still very concerned on why she was be so petrified.

The front door pushes open, Jordan stands there with her face puffy and red. Tears escape her droopy eyes, she falls into me with open arms. "Mike came to my house," she whispers into my ear. I cringe at the sound of his name and gesture for her to sit down at the kitchen table. She accepts. Harry notices my concern and makes his way towards the door, without a moment to waste he locks the door.

"What did he want?" I swallow.

"You," she says weakly. I put my face in my hands, I want Mike to leave from my life. I never want to see him again. I know he won't stop until he finds Mason and I, it's just the type of person he is. He doesn't stop until he gets what he wants, and he always gets what he wants.

"Did he hurt you?" Harry asks.

"No. He gave me this note though..." She pulls something out of her pocket and drops it on the table. Harry and I look at each other with desperate expressions. I grab for the note first and begin reading the scribbled words on the crinkled paper out loud.

"Dear Ciara,

I honestly never thought I would be writing a letter like this. Especially to somebody I put so much trust into; which is you. I'm sitting here, in OUR living room, looking at OUR pictures and drinking OUR champagne, while you are, where, exactly? I have been a mess without you my love, how could you so simply take our son and leave? My mistake- another man's son- and leave?Where have you gone to? This is what will continue happening if you do not return back to me: one by one your loved ones will be hurt. Sad, I know. But want to know what is worse? Waiting for somebody to return home when you know they will not. I want you to come back and kiss me one more time. That kiss, I promise you, will lead into something more, like another chance. Yes Ciara, if you came back I will give you a clean slate. We can forget about everything you have done to me and simply move on, putting each other before everyone else. But Mason, he's the problem. I am sorry to inform you on this but I don't want a son who does not belong to me. Who does not have the same genes as me. This Harry guy or whatever- you know the one you have been staying with- yes, Ciara, I know. You know our neighbors next door? The couple with the teenager? Well, it seems their garbage always blows onto our front lawn, like you should remember. And yes, I saw you with this tool, on the front page of one of those gossip magazines I despise. Does he know that you have been in a relationship for over four years with a kind loving man who only wants the best for you? I will kill anybody who interferes in our relationship and I will find where he lives and make him regret ever touching you. He better not touch you the way I used to, you are mine. But please, return home and we can start over fresh. I am so in love with you. These past twenty days without you have been hell, I just need your small body wrapped up in my arms. Don't you miss it? Everything? I am sorry I hurt you like that. But I have changed, for you, for the better. I am sorry for threatening you, but call the police and I swear, Mason or Harry will be next. But hey, I am the police, so what could they do? Maybe they're all in on this too.