The New World

Chapter 12

Storms POV

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I'd been back to work a few days now, it was Wednesday and the days were long with no goal in site. I was thinking of going on holiday at the end of the year but life is so unmeaningful without someone else to live it with you. Daniel. He would have been an ideal candidate. I laughed to myself thinking back to Saturday night, it was a lovely night. Even got a small cuddle out of it but all i really remember were the nightmares and then waking up Sunday morning with no Daniel next to me. I knew he had left early, his scent had been on my bed ever since. The text he sent was nice; blunt but nice. I'd left it at that, if he was interested in seeing me again, he'd contact me. I didn't ever get my hopes up anymore and I could feel his sense of control and I couldn't be dealing with that again. Men who control are usually bad, my past relationship was very manipulative, forceful, and abusive. He played mind games, he fucked with my head 24/7. He cheated and yet forced me into things I was not okay with. Yet I stayed because I was afraid of what the world would think. It was only when an anonymous person called the police; I had to tell them everything and I was able to escape. As bad as all of that seems, I still missed the company as I said before. I wasn't looking for anyone right now and I liked Daniel way too much, it was best I left it how things ended. 

Friday was here once again and it was my weekend off, my 9am until 5pm job with every other weekend off was nice. I was having to travel up North this weekend to do a couple of photoshoots near some ruins and ruined castles. It was going to be a Killstar (brand) shoot. 

I was sitting on the train with 2 hours to go, I liked trains, it was nice being able to relax just waiting to get off at the other end. Suddenly, I got this phone call from an unknown number. 

*Hello* I said

*You don't appear to be at home; you don't know me but you're about to.* This accent was unknown to me, maybe russian? I wasn't sure. There was a massive fucking BOOM. Before I could answer the line went dead. 

I'm panicking , I need to calm my shit down. Who do I call? Did someone just blow up my apartment? About 5 minutes later the phone rang again. 

*Hello* I said warily. 

*Hello, is this the owner of this address?* I confirmed it was my address and asked what the hell was going on and told him about the previous call I just had. *This is the police - yes, your apartment has just been blown up. The person who done it obviously knew you were going to be out, this appears to be a threat towards you.* I told the police where I was going and I'd be home as soon as I could. I agreed with them that I would tell them when I got back into town but they would start an investigation immediately. 

My new apartment.. my stuff.. everything. I had a large suitcase of clothes, lingerie and shoes plus my hand luggage with toiletries, makeup and essentials but it didn't even matter right now. What could I do? Absolutely nothing.  Was it my ex partner? Was he really that psycho? Suddenly my phone rang AGAIN. Why couldn't everyone fuck off for just one second. 

*Hello*

*Hey it's Daniel, where are you? I was so worried.*

*What do you mean?* 

*I just saw your apartment... Where are you? I'll come get you.*  This was mega weird because he didn't even know me and yet he was telling me he'd come get me like he had been married to me for 10 years. I was very appreciative about how much he cared though. 

*I'm about to get off a train about 4 hours up north. I've spoken to the police, I'm fine. Thank you though.* 

*No.*  He sounded angry and this scared me. * The police will do fuck all. Where are you? Get to a hotel once you get off the train and stay there. Text me the address and I will be there as soon as I can.*   All I could do was agree, I didn't think he was the bad guy but I felt like he knew something. I was helpless.