Fifty One Days

Chapter 32 'Scared'

Chapter 32. MY PHONE STILL ISNT WORKING!! Ahhh haha! Nevermind. I have a back up phone so I can still do Chapters. Thank you again to everyone who reads. I know I say it all the time but it really does mean a lot. Especially when you vote, so thank you guys ❤📖

I stare at the text for a good ten minutes. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so happy that Steph has got in touch. It’s only been three days since I left and I honestly thought it might take her longer but I’m glad it hasn’t. I just kind of wished the words were coming from Milo. Urgh okay get yourself together girl. I’m here to move on. It’s done. Maybe I should go on a date with Jay, they do say to get over someone, get under someone else but it could go so wrong again and I can’t fire him for breaking my heart.

I don't know though, everything happens for a reason maybe I’m supposed to come to London. Maybe for Jay, maybe for someone else but I need to move on here and try make the most of  things otherwise I never will. I turn on the TV and watch a rubbish film that’s on, it’s well past 1am, when I look at my phone again. I decide to ring Steph tomorrow. It’s too late now and I would rather ring her than text. I set my alarm for the morning and slide down under the covers.

The sun streaming through the window wakes me early, damn I forgot to shut the curtains .....or did I? No I’m pretty sure I closed them after Jay drove off. Wait, my eyes scan the room, all of clothes are everywhere, what the fuck? I look over to my bedside table my laptop and IPad have disappeared! I’ve been robbed.

Oh my god, I feel sick. Someone was in this room, while I was asleep and taken all my stuff, I quickly remember my phone was under my pillow and I yank the pillow off the bed, shit, shit, shit. It’s not there. I check down the back of the bed and underneath. I think I’m actually going to be sick. I run to the bathroom and only just make the toilet.

Not only has someone broken into my room, they managed to take my phone from under my pillow. I’m sick in the toilet a few times, someone was literally so close to me and I didn’t even wake up! They could have done anything to me. I start to cry in between vomiting, I have no one to call and no way to call anyone even if I did. Hopefully if I just stay here and don’t turn up to work, would Jay think to come look for me? Would Aaron? He hardly knows me but we seemed to get on well so hopefully he would.

I pull myself up from the floor in the bathroom, splash some cold water on my face and pull myself together. No I can’t just stay here, someone’s been in here once they might come back. Maybe if I can find a pay phone or maybe ask the hotel to borrow theirs, maybe I can phone Steph and she can somehow......

I head back into my room, my clothes are everywhere, luckily I don’t think they taken any of my clothes but they’ve tipped my suitcase upside down, I know I’m a deep sleeper but how the fuck didn’t I wake up? I still feel really sick, oh my god, I look over the bedside table, my glass of water is empty, I did wake up, I woke up because I needed a drink and I gulped back the entire glass. Could they have been in the room then? Could they have spiked my water to make me sleep or am I just really that deep of a sleeper.

I pull my suit case back over and start pulling my clothes back in. I’m sure everything is still there. I look to the cupboard the door is closed, I open the door, thankfully my gown and all my clothes are untouched.

A sudden movement by the window makes me drop the clothes I have in my hand and back myself into the cupboard, I nearly fall in. I can make out a man’s silhouette by the door.

They’ve come to finish the job I know it. What more do they want to take, they already took all my stuff. A knock on the door makes me jump. I don’t move, I’m paralyzed to the spot. What the fuck do I do? The knock comes again. Oh my god, please go away.