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Halmstad.
Famous for its beach, riversides and parades yet this place was grey.
The ghosts of laughter haunted the streets.
This place, once so full of life. Now just a wasteland.
Chris followed Elise through the town,
Looking and observing everyone who looked so door and solemn.
"What happend here?"
"What do you mean" she replied,
"Everyone just looks so- sad"
"This place was full of life once. Parades every year, people from allover Sweden would attend.
I did as a child. But then I guess everyone moved away to America, or the land of opportunity and those who are left suffer with the reality that this place has fallen"
"Well, I mean there's a cafe over there so that's promisi-
Elise stopped at the end of the road staring at a large abandoned house across the street,
The house was a large white manor, a large porch, garden and balcony,
There was a large gate located at the front.
"Was this your home?"
"Not home, just a place where I grew up in"
I put my arm around her as she stared at the place.
"You want to go inside?"
"No, I don't want him to find me"
"Who?"
"My father"
"All the articles say he's moved country Anyways"
"Yeah that's what he wants you to hear"
"What do you mean?"
" I know my father,everyone says he's not in Sweden then that's where they'll look. He stays in the shadows of Sweden and not get caught"
"So where do you think he is?"
"He's here" she grinned looking around.---
-Chris's POV-
We walked back to the hotel after dinner at this restaurant.
"-And I remember when I stole vinny's hoodie for about two months"
We both laughed as I wrapped my arm around her in the darkness.
Elise stopped laughing and froze in fear.
I frowned and looked at what she was looking at,
There was a middle aged man smoking a cigarette outside a bar,
"You know him?"
"Let's get out of here" she said in a hushed tone taking my hand and briskly walked back into the hotel,
She rushed into the room locking the door, her hands shaking,
"Hey hey calm I'll lock it"
She rushed to the other side of the room and pulled back the curtains as she paced back and forth
"Who was that?"
"Someone from the past"
"Who? Baby what did he do to you?" I said holding her firmly.
She shook her head letting a tear slip,
I sighed and hugged her tight,
"It was a mistake coming here"
"What is the name of that man?"
"James, James Lartzon"
My eyes went wide as I remover what the author said."But don't you think it was suspicious that you were the last interviewer of his? There must have been something said that was different from the rest" I said Sipping my drink.
"Actually- he did mention a name, who said that he was a big help with his business I believe his name was James, he was his close friend i believe, that was when the security guard stopped him speaking and forced me to leave the room."Who is this James guy?
And what does he want.Hey guys
Sorry for the shitty filler,
I got a hair cut!
I got a full fringe cut in, my snapchat is Gemma Hell if you wanna add me xx
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Who is this James guy
Comment what you think
Seeya
Gem
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