Emily Grawiski

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FOUR

Tyler had never had a girl up in his apartment before, he had slept with more than enough girls to know that all they wanted was a relationship and leading them up to your apartment was the first step in doing that, it installed ideas in their head that they were different and special. It was his motto, alongside his lousy boisterous pals, the day a girl walked into their apartment, apart from sister or mother; they'd have to buy a hundred dollars' worth of shots and finish it in one minute.

Of all the things Tyler could think of as he led Emily to his apartment, it was this that was ringing at the back of his head, the fact that she was a girl and was entering his apartment. How was he going to explain to his friends that he had a girl here but it wasn't willingly?

He thought back to that alley, a part of him really thought he died, and he imagined what would have happened to his parents when they heard the news. He shook the thought off his head and got his spear key from underneath the welcome rug.

Emily wasn't surprised at how untidy his apartment was she could see from his coffee stained uniform that he wasn't concerned with being well-groomed. His ruffled brown hair also evidence that he was in desperate need of a cleanup. His apartment looked like an old wooden shed. His walls were beige and his bedroom wasn't too far from the sitting room. His couches were black and so was his rug, there was nothing here that breathe personality apart from the catastrophe of clothes lying around his floor. What she didn't expect was to find a load of computers at the extreme end of his apartment close to a door that showed the bathroom. It was his secret life, one of the reasons females weren't allowed back here.

Emily walked into the en suite kitchen and the first thing she did was to acquire a chilled bottle of cold water. She removed the mask and hospital gown she took from the ambulance to disguise herself. She drank the bottle of water down and moaned in satisfaction. She looked back at Tyler and watched him stare at her shyly. Did this boy not see trouble when it was staring him right in the face? Why wasn't he running for help? Or shouting for it?

She ignored his adamant stare and walked up to the space that was considered his room and sat on his bed. She didn't think otherwise that he was the enemy because he didn't fight back when she had almost killed him. She placed the gun in the waist band of her jeans and pulled the backpack from her back.

She unzipped it and dropped its content on the bed. She was taken aback when she saw someone's shadow looming over the contents of the bag. She looked up to see Tyler with a knife in his hand. She only looked for about a second; completely nonchalant that he was finally trying to fight back. "Drop the knife, you'll hurt yourself." She spoke.

Tyler knew better than to attack her, if she was really the woman who blew up that building, killing the senator and those other innocent people then she was that dangerous. He let it go, not because she had in a way ordered him to, but because of the content of her backpack.

Emily released a sigh from her lips as she saw hundred dollar bills stacked up. There were paper documents too, numerous passports, a key card and a small laptop. She scattered the papers in a haste, trying to find out if anything can make sense to her. She opened the red passport, a picture of her in a blonde wig sufficed with a different name, Andrea Hastings. She repeated the same action for the rest of the passports, Lana Richards, Sue Chan and Chidinma Nwokoye, all with different wigs and accessories. Stunned, she swallowed nervously. It looked like she had been running for a long time now because the things in the bag belonged to her.

She didn't let the information rattle her; she was still very determined to find out exactly what was going on with her. She opened the laptop, unsure of what she was meant to do once the screen popped up.