Beautiful End

Trouble strikes

Elvis:

It's exactly  two days since Sandra went home after our lunch break at work,  complaining of a stomach ache which I offered to take her home but she refused saying she would manage.

It's exactly two days after that day and I blame myself everyday for not insisting on taking her home. Well so as I was saying, she left the office after refusing my offer to take her home. 

She was still nowhere to be found. I knew that if she was well, she would have called by now to assure me that she was fine.  Something was terribly wrong, and I couldn't just put my finger on it.

For instance, Sandra would not put of her phone for a day without letting me know why, and if she was going somewhere she would let the staff know if not telling me.

So  her sudden disappearance after calling sick and going home was a first and a little unsettling for me. The bigger problem was I didn't even have the number of any of her relatives and all her friends whom I contacted claimed they hadn't seen her in a while.

I was getting very worried and informed the police who immediately set to work after asking  me loads of questions and me answering them all. The police have being patrolling her house since after going  in and finding out that nothing was amiss in the house.

They  came to the conclusion that she may not have come home the day she complained of the stomach ache  and supposedly drove home.  But the big question is, if she didn't make it home that day, then where did she go, and what happened to her?.

I  couldnt understand what the police was trying to get at but all I wanted to do was find my Sandra, find the girl of my dreams and tell her how much I loved her and how much I needed her.

I said a silent prayer to God to please let me find her. I did not mind kissing her when I saw her to let her know how much I cared about her. Sometimes in life, you will not know how much someone means to you till it's too late.

The police sent a couple of officers over to the workplace to investigate and also interrogate each member of staff.  As much as I tried to sit still and watch the police do their work, I just couldn't.  I kept going from one end of my office to the other trying to think about where she could possibly be.

At about three o'clock that day, the police eventually confirmed that her case was that of kidnapping or abduction, after finding her purse and other valuables along the path to her house.

One thing that I didn't understand though was that, if she was abducted, then why was her car in one location, and her valuables in the other?.

I refused to believe that my baby was gone.  At  that moment, the tears just wouldn't stop flowing  as I remembered how she would stubbornly shake her head whenever she didn't like something I did or she didn't want to do something I had asked her to.

I left work early that day and went to one of the printing houses in my vircinity with a picture of Sandra that I had stolen from her phone. I smiled to myself sadly as I thought of how she will throw a fit if she found out I had her picture.

I gave the man in charge of the place specific instructions to enlarge the picture and make copies of it for me in a form of a poster so I could put it up in town even though the police had already done that.

After this,  I headed home quite exhausted both physically and mentally. I couldn't wait for the day I would find Sandra and hug her and tell her all the things I had wanted to tell her but couldn't because I kept lying to myself that it was not the right time. The thing is , I was afraid of rejection.

I regretted not telling her now.  If I had, maybe she would have allowed me  to take her home that day and none of this would have happened.  I thought as stray tears found it's way  down my face like a river overflowing and  overwhelming it banks.  

Oh God!, how I missed her.  I missed the way she laughs when she's happy, the way she acts when I do something unpleasant she doesn't like, the way she walks, the little things that make  her a whole and every other word she had ever said to me be it in an argument or in a nice way.

She was everything I ever needed even though I didn't know much about her. I knew she was a great person.
I got to my apartment shortly after four and proceeded on to the kitchen to find something to eat but realized I had no appetite so I went ahead and took a shower after which I got into my car and drove of to the police station to inquire if they had  anything about Sandra.

Of course when I got there they had found nothing and they kept telling me the same thing I have heard from them for the past two days, 'I shouldn't worry because they were trying their best and she would be found very soon ', when in actual fact, I wasnt seeing any signs that everything was going to be alright.

How was I supposed to be ok when my Sandra was out there probably scared as hell or in the worst case scenario probably dead even though I wouldn't want that.

Hello,my  lovely's , I know you might be hating me by now for  allowing Sandra to be kidnapped but it's for the best I promise. What do you think will happen afterwards though? Do u think Elvis would be able to cope with Sandra's  absence? ,well let see what happens. Sorry the update is not much but am currently juggling this and studies so you see, it's a lot .  Dont forget to leave  your comments as usual cause you know I appreciate it and your votes as well as adding this book to your libraries. Have to go until next update, see ya.