The Psychopath's Prisoner

Chapter 5

Cheyenne felt like an atomic bomb had been dropped on her head when the alarm rang the start of a new day. Not wanting to get out of bed, she pulled the covers over her head. The phone rang. It even sounded louder than it actually was.

"Stop ringing already!" It stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief that was short-lived. It began to ring again. "Why can't it just go away?" She slowly swung her legs over the bed and answered. "Hello?"

"Hey Cheyenne."

"Gaby?" Cheyenne smiled hearing her childhood best friend's voice. The one person she could talk to when she couldn't talk with her sister.

"Yes, Chey, it's me."

"What's up?" Cheyenne went to the bathroom and grabbed the bottle of aspirin from the medicine cabinet, dumping a couple into her hand. She turned the faucet on and grabbed the glass on the sink, filling it with water.

"Just wanted to check on you."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Raina did too. As I told her, I'll tell you too. I'm fine."

"Okay. I believe you. Anyway, sorry I didn't call sooner, but I was out of town. My boss had me doing a last minute inventory job. Well, the job wasn't last minute. Jim and Mary called in sick." Gaby took a deep breath. "So, needless to say, it put a huge damper on my plans. I was planning on going to court with you, but, well, obviously you know I didn't make it. I am so sorry about that."

"Gabrielle, its fine. Really, it's not a big deal. No biggie. Anyway, you know how to pick the perfect time to call. You do it every time."

"What do you mean?"

"Raina and I went out for dinner and drinks last night. We both got a little drunk."

"Wow! Really? It has been a while since you two went out together. But then again, we haven't gone out and had a few drinks or anything in a while either."

"I know. I know. We will soon. I promise."

"Well, how far have you gotten on your apartment?"

Cheyenne let out a sarcastic laugh. "Are you kidding me? I just moved in. How far do you think I got?" She began to rock from side to side as she, like her sister the night before, twisted a lock of her hair around her index finger before letting it drop to her shoulder.

"Obviously, not very. Hm." 

"What?"

"I was thinking I could come over this weekend and help you unpack annnnnd... maybe have a beer or two if that's good with you."

"Hey! I'm not turning away anyone who wants to help— especially if they're offering to buy the beer." Cheyenne gazed at the reflection of the mirror and didn't like what she saw.

"I thought you would already have some." 

"I drank them all."

"Alcoholic." Gabrielle's retort was quick.

"Not really."

"Whatever."

"Well, I think I'm going to bed to sleep off the hangover." Cheyenne sauntered into the bedroom.

"Okay. Alcoholic."

"Whatever. Bye." Cheyenne pulled the sheets over her head and fell back onto the pillows. I need to sleep this off.

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Cheyenne awoke and immediately went to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. Listening to the coffee dribble into the pot, she gazed around the kitchen, debating if she wanted to begin with the kitchen or the office. Cheyenne stared at the counter with the coffeepot, bag of coffee beans and the grinder. The rest of the kitchen still remained hidden inside boxes dotting the counter and table.