Broken Strings

Safe for now

My world is spinning. This isn’t how I imagined my morning. Simon has been pacing back and forth for the past hour. His face turning more puzzled with every passing minute. Nicole left a few minutes ago. I have no idea where. My guess is that she’s gone to cover her tracks, make a lie so Peter will have to believe it. Only God knows what she’ll say. “What are you thinking?” barks Simon, his eyes burning with fury. My stomach tightens and I sift through thoughts and words I want to say but shouldn’t. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re scared. Putting on a brave face. Well guess what? You bloody well should be!” of course I was scared. Being held hostage wasn’t on my bucket list of ‘things to do before I die.’ I wish for Peter not to come after me, for his safety will be jeopardised dramatically. I wouldn’t place any doubt in Simon nor Nicole. They are evil souls. I don’t doubt they’ll kill me. I’ve come to terms with my fate quicker than I first expected. The only thing that could phase me now is Peter’s presence. How I hope he stays away.

Peter’s POV

I awoke to find myself sleeping alone. The sun blindingly shining through the window and burning my skin. Where on earth is she? This isn’t the way I’d hoped my morning would turn out. I sit up in bed and my head spins. It seems Amelia’s heatstroke may have just made its way to my body. As I stand I come to realise I’m not just alone in bed but alone in the room. There is no running water so that rules out the shower and no sounds but my deep and worried breaths. In just pyjama pants I bend down to a small bloodstained envelope under the door.

Peter,

Don’t come for me

I’ve thought about what we shared four nights ago

It meant nothin’ to me

I want you to leave

Be with that person you love

You only have one true love, your first love

From Amelia.

My head spun faster. Why? I read the letter over and over before realisation hit me. Amelia is gone. Again and again I read the scratched writing. I pressed the letter to my nose but something wasn’t quite right. I smelt it again. This letter. This stupid letter. It was not written by Amelia. It smelt of lavender, Nicole.

Slightly pleased with myself but furiously angry I stormed form the room after slipping on a pair of ripped blue jeans and a grey sweater. My hair undone and messy as ever I staunched through the reception until my feet hit the tar. My mind went blank, something that never occurs. One thought replayed on a continuous loop: save her. Save her. Save her. Cars zipped passed me washing walls of water into the air from the storm that played over us last night. My feet hit the hard ground faster and faster until my vision blurred. My stomach churned and all at once my once blank mind was bombarded with thoughts. Why am I running? Where is Nicole? Where am I going? The sun beat down on my skin, my hair shuffling in the slight breeze. Slowly my racing legs begin to get heavier by the second. My body became tired and sore and I slumped to the sidewalk. Tears rolled down my cheek slowly slipping onto my jeans and leaving a small dark circle. “Peter?” oblivious to the female voice I rolled my body up into a ball. I didn’t first realise how much this would affect me. Being away from someone you’ve spent every minute of the day with is more overwhelming than anything you can imagine. “Peter? Can you hear me?”

I looked up from my secure frame and let a rage of fury take over me. “Nicole! Where is she?” I screeched.

“Where’s who?”

“Amelia! Where is she?” I barked again. Her hands clasped over her open mouth.

“I don’t know Pete. You tell me?” she said. She’s always been a horrible liar.

“I know you know where she is Nicole! I know you have her! Tell me!” I screamed, “TELL ME!”

“Peter, you’re scaring me! Let me go,” she mumbled. “Let me go!” I shook my hands from her shoulders and stared her down.

“What have you done with her?” I breathed.

“Amelia is safe. For now,” she smiled.

“Where is she?” I knew it. I knew I couldn’t trust her. My past is affecting not just my future but Amelia’s too. I was going to let nothing happen to her. Amelia will be okay. I’ll save her. It’s my mess. I’ll clean it up.

Yes, things are certainly heating up. I hope you are keeping up. Love you all! xxx