Deception: NatemarexReader

Chapter 8: Search & Rescue

QOTD: Who is your favorite singer?
Amy's hands clenched the top of the steering wheel while she glimpsed at the empty crosswalk. Her eyes were buried under the black mascara. The stranger that accompanied her out the door followed her closely from the sidewalk.

You were afraid to look over at him through the window. You weren't sure why. You did look over at his arched over figure once, but all you saw was dark violet eyes staring into your soul.

Amy allowed you to sit next to her in the passenger's seat, thankfully. The row behind you smelled like dog breath and peanut butter.
The minutes that went by felt like hours to you.

You began to doze off from exhaustion but your eyes quickly peer over at your street sign Amy passed by.

Her shoulders tense when you sit up at an inhuman rate of speed and blurt out,
"Ah! You missed the turn!"
"I did?!"

She swerves the car around, barely missing the car driving on the other side of the road. You had almost ripped off the leather seat. Your palms were still shaking with adrenaline. No longer feeling safe in the car, you cling onto the handle above your head.

Amy didn't speak another word, but drove you to your house before she drives you to the hospital instead.

You felt the guilt sinking in from leaving Nate alone for god knows how long. He didn't seem too mentally stable yet. And especially since the video of Christina you found on the deep web.

You felt a strong wind from outside, yet the windows were closed. Amy seemed to feel it too. Her arms were covered in goosebumps. A shadow of the man accompanying her sat at the back of the seat. You swore there was no one there.

His shadow remains still with his legs tucked in his arms.
"...Amy.?"
"What."
"It was just you and me in the car, right?"

The blonde remained still with a nervous expression written all over her face.
"It's nothing."

"But, I saw-"

"We're here!" She exclaims with a shaky voice.

You step out of the car once she unlocked it. Amy waves you off with relief.
"Bye. Nate's probably worried about you."

'How does she know-'

In a blink of an eye, she disappears out of sight. You swiftly swing open your front door and head inside. You decide to immediately dial your trusted friend's number written on a ripped napkin.

The anticipated wait for him to recurve your call was unbearable. With every second, your heart beats even louder than before until it stops.
Your mobile phone glitches for a moment then makes a sudden noise of worry.

"Where were you?! Oh my gosh...I'm coming over right now. Don't move."

He stays on the line with you but doesn't speak. You could hear faint shuffling and chiming of car keys. You move over to lay on your couch for a more comfortable position.

It seemed odd how more cars were racing across the road this early in the morning; a quarter past two o'clock to be exact.

While you sat there in dim lighting, you turn on the T.V to break the tension between you and what horrors lie beyond the comfort of your home.

'Breaking News: Man found dead at local police station.' The world around you became fuzzy and your stomach felt empty. It occurred while you were taken captive a few days ago.

It was one of the workers in the office next to yours. You weren't very close, but you at least had to curtesy to respect him.

When the police finally arrived, Nate burst through the door in tears with the same expression as your first encounter.
With a tender voice he cries out,
"I'm so sorry I didn't look for you! I thought you were at home and I should have checked up on you. I-"

"It's okay...I'm here."