I cross my legs, staring at the food I have no intention of eating. I only got it to make David happy. I glance up and see him and Zane walk in. I grumble a little as Zane moves off to his own table yet again. As everybody else joins the table, I look solemnly at the empty chair beside me. David sits down, and they begin conversing. I zone out, in my own world, thinking about nothing in particular. I just don't feel like joining in with all of the people who have found a way to move on.
"Liza!" I hear David say a little louder.
"What?" I mumble quietly, pretending to be picking at my food.
"We asked you a question," David nagged.
"Sorry. Can you repeat it," I say with no emotion. I pretend to be interested, but they'd have to be blind not to tell I couldn't care less. I know it's important to David that I talk to people and eat my food, so I pretend. I just don't want anyone else to be feeling like this. I don't know why I feel like this. But, I also don't understand why they don't. I glance back over at the chair but push all the negative thoughts from my mind. I decided to check in at the station after school. That's all I think about as I aimlessly go through the rest of the day.
But, as the final bell rings, I have a little more energy, feeling determined to get there as soon as possible. Grabbing all of my stuff from my locker, I try to leave before David can catch up to me. He might ask where I'm going, and I know he wouldn't approve. Pulling out of the lot, I go towards the Police Station. I get out of my car and rush up the front steps.
Pushing the doors open, Pollak happens to be standing in the lobby. He's talking to the desk receptionist. "Have you found anything?" I ask urgently, not caring who I disturb.
"Oh, hello Miss Koshy. Umm... can you come with me please?" he says gravely. I follow behind him, nervous about the direction the conversation took. He leads me into his office. "So, we've identified a van that we think was used. Using the security cameras of the interstate, we tracked it from California to Utah. Unfortunately, we lost it and it went off where the camera's film. So we don't know where they are." I'm stunned.
"When did you figure this out?" I ask in a soft voice.
"Last night." My emotions turn to rage.
"Last night? You told me you would call me whenever you found something out!" I yell, standing up and pushing my chair back.
"Yes, but this isn't really information to tell over the phone..." he tries to reason. I have no interest in listening to what he has to say for himself. I rush to the door, trying not to lash out any more than I already have. Once outside, I think it's over. In the middle of the concrete lot, I get a call. It's from David, so I convince myself I need to answer.
"Hello?" I say into the phone, trying to hide any emotions. I'm not in the mood to explain.
"What are you doing at the station? I told you not to go there anymore," David interrogates sternly.
"Well, I wanted an update... wait. I didn't tell you I was here! How did you know?" All of the rage from earlier bubbles back to the surface. There is nothing but silence on the other end. "David! How did you know!" I scream at him. I get crazed looks from other people in the lot but I don't care. After days and days of not talking I finally get the power-- no-- the rage to speak.
"I'm so sorry, babe. I'm so sorry," he starts. "I was just so worried about you. You were in such a crazed state; I didn't know what you were going to do. You haven't been thinking straight, Liza. This was for your own good.
"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! You can't say that anything you do is for me. My best friend is gone! Do you understand that? I don't think that anyone gets it! Gabbie is gone, okay? She's gone. And it doesn't seem like anybody but I cares. Stop talking to me okay, just stop," I scream at him through the phone. I am so fed up with everything that has happened, and I just can't take it anymore. I throw my car door open and sit down in the seat. I just can't take this anymore. I put my head on the wheel and start sobbing. Everything from the past week is coming out, and I can't stop it now.
I look around my car for something that might be tracking me. I don't see anything. I look in my bag, in the glove compartment, anywhere he could be hiding it, but I can't find anything. I try to think when he would have even done it. My mind flashes back to the day I was sleeping. He was all alone in my house for hours. God knows what else he did. The only other thing I can think of that I take with me everywhere is... my phone! How did I not notice this before?
Opening it up, I try to find any installed apps that aren't mine. I can't find anything out of the ordinary. But, I can't keep walking around with this kind of power in his hands. I clench my jaw, determined to get it removed. Starting the car, I step on the gas pedal and drive to him. I'm not in my right mind right now, my judgment clouded by fury. I pull into his driveway, slamming on the brakes. Storming up to his house, I get ready to pound on the door when it flies open.
"Liza! What are you doing here?" David asks in a gentle tone, trying to lighten the mood.
"Take it off!" I scream. "Take it off my phone! I know what you did!" I shove him backward, stepping into his house. I slam the door behind me and press my back against it. "I'm not leaving until you show me what you did," I snarl.
"Okay, okay," he says, taken aback. "I'll take it off. But, Liza, I was only trying to help--"
"Shut up! Unless this requires talking, I don't want to hear a single word out of you. Now fix it!" I scream. Shoving the phone into his hands, he sets off to work, clearly frightened by what I could do next. I'm ashamed to feel powerful with what I could make him do. It's the strongest I've felt in days, but I'm worried for when the rush dies down.
I watch intently as he clicks on an invisible application, opening up a tracking device with preset locations. I look closer, realizing he had information for when I was at school, my house, the station, everywhere. He had tabs on me at all times! I stare at him as he starts deleting features. Finally, he wipes the memory and hands the phone back.
"Thanks. I mean, uh, I'm still mad at you!" I yell, pivoting around and slamming the door behind me. I get in my car and drive home.
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She's Gone
Fiksi Penggemar"'David, Gabbie can't be next,' I said, my voice breaking. He pulled me into his chest, and I broke down sobbing. 'She's not safe,' I wailed. He stroked my hair, knowing there was nothing he could say."
