Lethal Love

Chapter Four

Empty. That's the way I felt. Dropping my heavy body on the hotel bed, I sobbed for what seemed like an eternity. How did everything come to this? The worst thing was, I had no clue what to do. Questions flew through my mind, causing my head to spin. Did I even know Adrian? How long will he be gone? Why did he do this to me? Within each question, rage started to overtake me. I stood up from the bed, picked up an expensive vase and used all my strength to break it against the floor. I screamed to the point where it felt like my lungs were going to explode. Pain shot through my arm. Examining my hand, I realised that a small slither of glass was stuck in it. Great, another problem. My body fell to the floor. I wished all of this had never happened.

I had to force my heavy eyelids to open. He was sitting across from me. The man with the strong British accent, Harry,
"Hello, Jade. I let myself in when I heard crying. I also bandaged your hand. The cut wasn't too bad but we may need to have a quick trip to the hospital to double check," Lifting my hand from my side, I studied the bandaging. It was rather elaborate and relived me of a lot of pain,
"Thank you. Uh - I don't mean to be rude, but how did you get in and why are you even here?" I asked rather impolitely. Yes, Harry was an extremely nice person who was very pleasing to the eye, but I didn't know him from a bar of soap,

"I asked for a key at the front desk. I told them that I wanted to check on you and they seemed fine with it. I hope that's ok. I just thought that you might've been hurt," Ugh. Here Harry was, being considerate and I was treating him like a serial killer. Although, conversing with him seemed to get my mind off of Adrian. Maybe that was a good thing,

"Yeah, that's totally fine. Thanks for thinking of me," I replied gratefully. After realising that Harry was rather clueless on my current situation with Adrian, I decided to fill him in. He was completely shocked, but also explained his concerning thoughts about Adrian after finding me at the foot of the Big Ben alone. I found it difficult to even conjure the words to describe the perplexing situation that was draining my body of all love and life.

I needed Adrian.

"So, how are we even supposed to find out where he is?" Harry asked me. I had the same question. No one in London knew Adrian, well at least that I knew of. How were we supposed to find my missing husband when he was unknown? At least we could already determine one thing, it was going to be a journey, and a difficult one at that,

"Well, I don't understand what our options are. Maybe I should call his parents and let them know what has happened," Harry nodded his head in agreement. I guess my first move of action was to call Mr and Mrs Clark. Hopefully they wouldn't blame me for their son's shock disappearance.

I dialed Mrs Clark's number.

One ring. I don't want to tell her the bad news.

Two rings. Yes, maybe she is busy.

Three rings. I am nearly off the hook,

"Hello?" Great. My stomach was wrenched together into a large and heavy knot. Mrs Clark's voice seemed to have an undertone of innocence, sounding like a young teenager only with years of wisdom up her sleeve,

"Hi, Mrs Clark. It's Jade," There was a pause of silence. Adrian and I had told our relatives that we wouldn't contact them during our honeymoon because we wanted to focus on each other. She must've known something was wrong,

"Hello, Jade. It's lovely to hear your voice. I thought that you and Adrian weren't going to call. What's up?" Taking a deep breath in, I considered how to break the bad news to Mrs Clark. I exhaled,

"I hate to have to tell you this but Adrian isn't at the hotel at the moment. I know this probably sounds strange but we were playing hide and seek this morning and when I went to find him, he wasn't there. Do you have any idea where he may have gone? Or maybe someone I could talk to?" There was a longer silence now. I had spat out my words in one long sentence, almost as though I was ripping a bandaid off. I was scared of the pain that it would bring, but at the end of the day it had to be done,

"Jade, that's terrible. I...I guess ask around to see if anyone has seen him. He will be around somewhere it's just - uh - I don't know where to look," Mrs Clark's words were broken up by small sobs. I thought that her reaction would be more extreme, that she might've decided to fly to London to help me search for her missing son, her petty crying made me suspicious,

"You aren't that upset are you? Did you know that this was going to happen?" My inner ruthlessness was unleashed. I needed to know any necessary information about Adrian to enable me to find him,

"Jade, you are the sweetest person that my Adrian has met. I am so glad that he married you, but you didn't deserve to be brought into this mess. All that I am allowed to tell you is that he didn't just disappear, he has been taken," My heart stopped. Mrs Clark spoke with such composure now, confirming my thoughts that she had foreseen this event. Before I could ask one of the million questions that I had, she hung up.

There I was. No answers. No leads. Completely clueless.

I had left the room to talk to Mrs Clark, not trusting Harry enough to tell him the full story yet. I returned to where Harry was, finding him in the same position sat on the living room lounge,

"It's not good. Mrs Clark doesn't know anything that we can do. I guess we are on our own in this," Harry shook his head in disbelief. Taking a seat on the lounge next to him, he put his arm around me and pulled my weak body into a hug,

"We will be okay. All we have to do is think of where Adrian might be. He may have just wanted a break from everything and will come back here tonight," If only that was the case. There was no chance that I was going to tell Harry that Adrian was taken. We sat in each other's arms in silence for a couple of minutes before we were interrupted.

There was a small knock on the door. Curious, I walked over. I opened the door to a single red rose. I knew it was from him; although he was missing, he still knew where I was.