WHITE NOISE

CHAPTER 9

"Matt!!......Matt, Wake up!!"

Troy stood in the doorway leaning onto the frame, holding a cordless phone in his hand. "Matt!! Officer Derby is on the line, take it, its about your sister", Matt scrunched his face, rubbing his palms on his eyes, still in the state of deep slumber, after a few moments comes with a reply.

"She's not my SISTER. you dumbass....who is it??"

"Officer Derby, he wants to talk to you about Maya, Gosh, Matt Maya is missing, don't you even care that she is missing from the past 10 days??" Troy muttered.

"I know I should care...." his voice gruff from sleep, he turns on his side and draws the covers over his head, ".....but for some reason, I don't FEEL it."

"Feel what?...So you're saying that Maya, who is you foster sibling, who has practically lived with your family for years, who loves you like a brother ...is missing..perhaps kidnapped....and you don't FEEL that you care for her?? Is that what you are tryina say Matt??"

With his eyes open and staring at the ceiling Matt was now awake, "Yes".

"You are nuts!!! Now are you gonna take this call or what?"

"Give me it..." He snatched the phone from his hand, Troy gave a weary huff and turned to leave when matt shouted, "...and shut the door will ya!!" Troy with his back turned to matt, raised a middle-finger over his shoulder and left without closing the door.

Matt dragged himself from the bed and kicked the door shut with a loud thud, "Dumb shit" and put the phone on speaker,

"Excuse me!!?" came the voice from the speaker

"NO! NO!, I wasn't talking to you....Troy was being...anyways...... doesn't matter... what is it officer??"

"Your sister........."

.....and here we go again, going on and on about "My Sister", I wanna scream out to him and to everyone who calls Maya as my 'Sister', ''Shut up you dumb shits, she is NOT my sister, she never was, she never will be, you know why coz we are not related, she is adopted ...by my parents, but that does not make her my sister, and becoz the first time I saw her walk into our house through the main door I could not simply take my eyes off her, she was the most adorable and sensitive creature I had ever beheld through my eyes, she was unlike any girl i had seen before. I saw her and I felt a pang through my heart, i felt like I need to protect her from everything in this world. why the hell did my parents had to adopt HER of all the girls in the world, but I thot it was for the good, coz otherwise I would have never known her. I don't need these officers to tell me what to do, I can find her on my own if I want...will this officer quit barking in my ear so aloud, ohh god....

"Mr.Trevor !! Mr.Trevor !! Are you there ?

"YES Officer, I hear you, I'll be there today evening like you asked me to, and please do me a favor and could you not hound my poor parents by calling them so often inquiring about Maya's whereabouts, they are already distraught with her dissapearance."

"Mr.Trevor I am just doing my duty here, It is part of my job to do that. I am doing everything in my power to get a lead on this case, if only I could know about her friends ...."

"Maya had no friends officer, how many time have I told you this, should I give it to you in writing??"

"Mr.Trevor I think I do not need a written statement from you about her lack of social life, however any kind of information would help us in finding her."

"As I said officer I will come to the beureau today and will let you know about everything you need to know"

With that Matt hung up the phone before officer could finish.

He tossed the phone on the couch, and fell back on the bed with a deep sigh.

"Oh Maya" he whispered.

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Maya's POV

We looked into each-other's eyes for I do not know how long, I felt like an eternity but it could have been a second, it seemed like time and all its variables did not function in that particular moment. He is the most rugged and beastly man I have ever seen in my life, but it somehow gave me peace. There was no sound in the dark dungeon but only the sound of his labored breathing, as if he had a hard time keeping his breath in control, yet for some strange reason I was not as tensed as I should be, for some reason loneliness never scared me and the ten days of my captivity had not instilled me with any kind of dread. If at all it effected me was that it made me bored, the initial shock of being kidnapped and being punched was healing the way the bruise on my cheek was.

Looking into his eyes, only made me realize for the first time that never in my life had I ever looked into the eyes of another person for more than a glimpse, I could never hold the gaze with anyone to save my life. I remembered having never seen into Matt's eyes ever, my foster parents were kind people and always gave me space, they always knew that I was a shy and unsocial person and they did not push me to do something that I was not comfortable doing, like going out with friends.

I was a good student at school and with my art scholarship I did not get into any trouble with the teachers, somehow I was bullied by many girls and guys in the school yet I did not find it necessary that I look into their eyes or to confront them, they did not effect me, neither did their bullying. I mean how could they effect me when I never felt I could be a part of them, never did I want to be like them, neither did I try to fit in, always stood out like a sore thumb.

I remember a few guys and some girls trying to talk to me in the high school and college, they were okay to me, at least they were not mean.Perhaps they were as lonely as me and I was one of those who seemed approachable and safe, someone who would give them company until they could escalate from me to finding a better company to hangout with, someone who was more popular and a ticket to their endless endeavors of being "Normal" and accepted in the high-school society.

I think now for some reason some of them did try to come close to me, and no matter how much they tried, I would always be ME to them, not opening up much, I'd help them sometimes with their studies but I would never reach out for anything to anyone.

I could have easily looked away from his deep, absorbing gaze, but I did not want to. It was as though I was finally finding my freedom in my captivity, it made me brave, I was preparing for the worst perhaps this was the way my mind was preparing for a dead-end, but it was liberating. Perhaps for the first time I could initiate a talk with someone. Perhaps that would be the last conversation of my life with any mortal, still I would do it, I would do something that I have never done before, I would do everything that I had never done before.

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