Under The Surface [Editing]

Chapter ThirtyThree Confessions

                                             WARNING! WARNING WARNING!

Edit 5/23/13: Dedicating one of the best chapters to @pink_dandelion for the awesome new cover!!!!

This chapter has or might have according to your own perspective graphic sequences to it that I don’t want to separate as it will take away from the emotional state of the books story. So I am warning you now that I wanted to make it realistic with some fantasy mixed in and might not be appropriate for all audiences. You will see what I mean. BEWARE! I warned you BEFORE reading it so if you don't like it or think its too much you were warned!

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Nathan drove deftly through town. The atmosphere in the car was tense and silent. Neither of us spoke. He kept his hand in mine though, stroking the back of my hand with his thumb in soothing circles. I liked watching him drive. The ease at which he did so calmed my nerves and helped suppress the fear my dad quickly brought on from his announcement. I wondered how and when Nathan learned how to drive.

What was my dad playing at? I knew there was more to what was going on than we just needed to run and hide; he had something up his sleeve. Now, I wouldn’t be able to figure it out until later.

I fingered the key in my other hand, the one my mom had given me for her lockbox. What did she want me to see or find? I just hoped my dad wasn’t planning anything rash that could get himself hurt, or worse. I shook my head, no; don’t even think about that Dawn.

Nathan glanced at me; “Are you okay?” concern filled his tone.

“No,” I replied simply because I wasn’t.

“Greg knows what he’s doing Dawn if he is planning something he will be smart about it,” I just nodded looking out the window. I trusted Nathan. I watched quietly as downtown Bailey began to take shape and come into view. We pulled up to the twelve story apartment building in the dusk light of the evening. Named Bailey Towers it was one of the tallest and only fancy schmancy buildings and apartment complexes in town.

The parking garage was underground. We chose a visitor parking space to be on the safe side. For one I didn’t know where her parking space was and we thought it would be safer if no one was parker there anyway. It could reveal someone was definitely inside. The doors shut with an echoing whack in the cement lot with the humming fluorescent lights. For the early evening everything seemed to be silent and standing still. Maybe it was just me and my fear.

The door to the lobby was quiet as we walked in with our bags. A security guard stocky and elderly sat at the far end of the cream colored lobby walls reading a newspaper. He glanced up at us nodded and looked back down to his reading material unconcerned.

Nathan had his arm around my waist as he pressed the button to call the elevator, he was carrying all of our bags me just my purse. In the light I could see his face was set to a determined expression. He was trying to keep his control and not let this sudden turn of events override his judgment. Like he did two weeks ago. I was grateful for that from him; I needed him to be here with me not brooding. The fact that this was New Years Eve made things worse. Way to bring in the New Year.

Things were going in an oddly steady motion for me, flowing with ease through this sea of worry and fright. The elevator bell dinged and the doors slid open.

“Come on baby you need to lead the way now I don’t know where her apartment is,” he kissed my temple walking me into the elevator trying to be reassuring and supportive. I punched the number eight on the panel and the doors slid shut. Every little movement, or act seemed to register in my mind that I was doing.