SHE (On hold)

Chapter 10- Bumps

She

Chapter 10

"what do we do now?" She asks me with eyes filled with worry and sorrow looking straight at me.

" shhhhhh, relax relax, I've got this okay?". I replied rubbing her arms to ensure that she feels fine.

Actually, I haven't got this situation at all. I don't even know what I am supposed to do now. For the first time ever, I feel clueless of the actions I am supposed to take.

There has to be something this person came for, if Megan was the target , she would have been gone long ago. Many questions begin to appear in a clouded mind of mine, making it unclear of what I'm supposed to do now.

What does he or she want? Is It her? Is it Me? Is it an object? Is that valuable? Is it a family secret? Is it revenge? By whom? And why? Why is Jake involved in all of this, How is even Jake involved in all of this? Is he alive? Will I be alive to find out? Is Jake even really gone or just playing a game?

I take a deep breath shutting out my thoughts and return my focus to Megan who is now looking out the window with her back facing me. I hear her sobs.

Well clearly she is not fine, but I have to ask anyway don't I? after all that is what people who have normal feelings do.

" You alright there?" I ask taking a stand next to her admiring the amazing scenery of the backyard.

This is some view.

The sky is clear blue with no clouds, and the backyard has perfectly trimmed grass that looks even throughout. The tall trees maintain coherent colour with one another, and they are a few shades darker of the green the grass had.

I glance at Megan, and in that brief glance, I see how much she has gone through over the past two days. She is drained, dehydrated and over thinking, well........... who wouldn't ? we are both not in control, vulnerable, clueless and to some extent, foolish. Clearly we did not see the capability of this person. That mistake is on me.

" you hungry?" I ask breaking the silence. She nods while pulling her hair back behind her ears.

" Yea I figured, I'm starving, I'll make you something to eat , and then we'll think about what to do okay? "

"Okay thank you". Was all I got from her while we made our way down to the kitchen.

The truth is I have to decide what happens next and it is evident she is unable to decide or contribute to any decision making. She is unsettled.

I hear the sound of the television turn on while I search for something to cook.

Within 20 minutes, I managed to get French toast with baked beans and orange juice for both Megan and myself. I deserve an award for all this. I usually try to avoid cooking, because the last time I cooked was for Isabelle, and things between us didn't turn out so good after that. These are some of the illogical choices I make for a reason I cannot comprehend.

" Did you do all this? It smells amazing" said Megan walking to the table and managing a brief smile.

"Well....the situation demands it I guess" I said scratching my beard that has become slightly more than a scruff. I forgot how I had to maintain it and also my hair, I bet I look like crap.

I gobbled up my food as fast as I can to get some time to have a look around the house to find a breach in the house. Something must give off a clue, a broken window, or a doorknob.

I searched the house up and down, from the library next to the underground garage, all the way to the last room on the second floor. No footprints are made on the lawn outside, the place is clear.