Hollows In Time (✔️) | 'Hollows' Book Ⅱ

Chapter Two

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H o l l o w s I n
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DD/MM/YY
23/08/16
Twelve months and two weeks ago

I sat in the dark for a while. I felt like I had been kidnapped; unaware of what was happening to me as I sat here on my own in the unknown.

I knew that Jameson was playing his part; he had took the rucksack containing a few forged belongings and my most expensive belongings and ran. This made it look as if my 'kidnapper' had taken me, then stripped me of all the belongings that could be sold, earning the 'kidnapper' a good fortune. Jameson had my phone.

But it was okay, according to our plans, Jameson would drop the bag off somewhere, in a lake or a ditch—make it look like it happened during the run from the police. I'd get my belongings back eventually. Now, I'd just have to wait for our witness to spot Jameson suspiciously sprinting off into the distance, away from the shed I was sitting in.

And it didn't take long before I heard shouts. A man cursed and then I heard heavy boots thud against the ground as he made his way over to the shed. I bit the insides of my cheek. I heard jingling, and I suspected that our witness was trying to unlock the heavy iron lock, securing me into the shed.

I started making noises, shuffling around and trying to cry out for help. This is what a kidnapped person would do.

Eventually, I heard the lock fall to the floor and the door creak open. I waited with great anxiety as I sensed a shadow lurk in front of me.

"Jesus.." The man cursed but I couldn't hear his string of profanities as he trailed off. I heard him kneel in front of me. I heard the creak in the floorboards as he leaned in. I flinched. He pulled the cloth over my head, and then, I could see.

We stared at each other; his eyes widened as he stared into my eyes. He was middle aged, maybe going on fifty, and had a tuff of grey hair for a beard.

"My dear," He exclaimed in a whisper, untying the cloth from my mouth, and then shifting around me to untie my hands. I pulled my hands into my lap, running my fingers gently over my rope burns.

"I recognise you." The man's squinted his eyes as they traced my face for any recognisable features. I wasn't surprised that he would probably guess who I was; I knew for a fact that I had been on the news.

"It's you—the missing girl—isn't it?" The man sounded as bewildered as he looked. I nodded timidly.

"Sky Forest." I told him in a nervous whisper. The man cursed under his breath and held his palm to his forehead.

"I told the bloody cops that this place was suspicious, and I was damn right." The man vented as I sat there and watched.

"Well," The man looked over me, "You're not hurt, are you?" He asked me and I frowned.

"Only slightly." I told him, trying to be as vaguely honest as I could.

"Let's call the old bill then, 'ey?" The man patted his jean pockets for a moment before pulling out a pretty basic mobile—nothing compared to my lost iPhone.

"Can you stand?" He asked me as he placed the phone to his ear. I nodded and we stood up together, and he beckoned me over to the shed doors as he started talking to the police.

"Police, please." I heard the man request as I trailed behind him out of the shed. I left, knowing that I just left behind the last place that I could have ever been in love with Jameson in. I walked outside—the sun was setting, and the sky was filled with bursts of pinks, oranges and yellows; it was maybe seven or eight at night. If I hadn't been so bitter I would have appreciated it.