Burdened Soul

Chapter 8

I was so tired and exasperated when i woke up again at 5am...I had hardly slept for 3 hours but when i woke up this time, I could not sleep again.

What a nightmare Thursday! I said to myself, I had done the unbelievable, jumped school, forsook friends, found out unbelievable truths that made me arrive at Denver.

I stood up from the bed and went over to the mirror just to look at how my face was after the last twenty four hours. "GOSH!" I said, surprised at how I looked because the way it looks on the mirror is as though nothing ever transpired the previous day.

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DWAYNE'S POV

I had inadvertedly hid myself somewhere at the train station when Joan thought I had gone away, I wanted to make sure she was okay that was why I followed her and the girl that came to pick her up but I was shocked at the way she was so curt with me....shutting the windows and not opening them back.

"THERE MUST BE SOMETHING ELSE I COULD DO TO HELP I THOUGHT TO MYSELF"

I came up with a brilliant idea to help Joan with all She had spilled to me on the train but I wasn't sure if she was going to trust me to help her save her aunt and her genuine family that is left; I kinda think I'm beginning to have feelings for her....NOT TRUE...NEVER, I SAID IN UTTER SELF DISRUPTION!. I couldn't allow girls into my thought life nor anywhere near that.

I got up and starred at the wall in my room and imagined dad's exhibition being displayed on the walls. I was so happy for him and I know mum was too but she wouldn't show it because she had too much self pride and that was what made dad go away.

"grnnnn!!!!!" my phone  rang loudly and I was wondering who on earth had the guts to call me this early in the morning; It was 4:30am thereabouts. There was only one thought on my mind and that was Joan so I rushed off my bed in a breeze and headed for the table just about 100centimeters away from my bed;what did she want this time.

...and to my greatest surprise, I saw on my phone "PRIVATE NUMBER". I hated picking those and dropped the phone but on second thoughts

                                       "what if it was Joan using someones phone?"

so I picked the phone and answered because of my curiousity. On the other side of the phone was a roughian voice that you could tell smoked a lot and probably drank a lot too.

"hello young man," he said!. Are you not Dwayne Krin?

I answered wisely, saying who are you?. oh! you can call me Matt, I'm a detective working with the FBI. A girl named Joan Briggs was reported missing this morning so we found your number on her contact list and decided to give you a call.

I said in a blunt voice    "I DON'T KNOW HER WHEREABOUTS!" and I dropped the phone thinking the caller would back off but he called again and shocked the living daylights out of me

"hey you little boy dwayne" he said after I picked the second time, I know who you are;you were on my train today and I can hurt you more than you think. My full name is Matt Derriman and I'm hired to kill, and don't bother calling the police because i'm dead to them...my people there have buried my file over 10 years ago so i'm a ghost.

I wondered what Hewanted but before thinking long I recalled that Joan had said something about  that name; could he have gotten to her already I thought? or ...but before I could induldge my thought world more, he said "LISTEN WELL AND LISTEN CAREFULLY!"

"I need to get to your friend Joan because I was sent to her and also her aunt. I peeled this phone book off her while she was helping me with my stuff on the train. she panicked when she saw me so I thought she must know me so I decided to take something from her and I found her name on the front page with all her details and you know what, all your details are there too...where you live, where you mom works and everything. I just sent some of my friends to check on your mum now and it seems she's sleeping well but if by the end of today you don't help me get to her, your mum will be history. I'm sure you wouldn't like that"

I replied with a grumppy fear "No, please dont hurt my mum".

Then you will do what I say!

 what is it you want me to do exacly Mr. Matt, said with some kind of welled up confidence as though I didn't hear the threat that was just posed at me.

 "GIVE ME YOUR FRIEND AND YOUR MUM WILL LIVE"

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