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Authors: Kelly Carrero
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I knew I was only proving her right by saying anything more, but I had to know.
“Our boss is James Tucker,” Sandy said, picking up the phone, just in case she needed to call security.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, then quickly walked over to the elevator, where I pressed the down button repeatedly in an attempt to bring it that much quicker. I knew it didn’t really work, but I needed the distraction. All I wanted to do was transport myself out of there, but the cameras weren’t going to allow me to escape that easily.
The elevator doors finally opened when I almost couldn’t take their hushed whispers and thoughts anymore. I was going to be the crazy girl they would talk about for the rest of their lives. When I finally made it out of the building, Aiden wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I could feel him getting further away from me, so my guess was that he was doing another lap of the block, which meant it could take another five minutes for him to get back to me. I needed to find out what was going on, and I’d be damned if I was going to wait for Aiden to drive me back to mine. I ducked around the corner of the building, where I found a bush that would conceal me from any prying eyes. I closed my eyes.
When I opened them again, I was back at my house, standing in our study. I figured the first place I should look for any clues would be in the filing cabinet in the back corner of the room. It supposedly held all of Mum’s “confidential” material.
I tried opening the light grey drawer, but it was locked. I gave it a good hard yank and prayed that some of my freakish strength would come to me when I actually needed it. And it did. Actually, I had to stop the drawer from being completely ripped off its runners. I started searching through the files, looking for anything that yelled out “This is what I’ve been hiding.”
“You couldn’t have waited for me?” Aiden’s voice rang through my head.
“Sorry .” I grabbed a pile of files from out of the drawer and carried them into the lounge room. There was going to be some serious reading, and I wasn’t about to stay hunched over a desk for it. I dropped the files onto the coffee table and walked to the kitchen to grab a drink. Everything in the fridge had expired, except for the bottles of water and some soft drinks. I grabbed a bottle of water, headed back to the lounge room, and flopped onto the sofa.
My eyes kept darting to the spot where my mother had died. The magnetic pull was just too much for me to ignore, so I picked up the files and went back into the study.
I was about to dump the files back onto the desk when I noticed something that had not been there only moments ago—a sticky note stuck on top of a disc with the words “Play Me” scrawled across it.
My heart was thumping as I reached out to pick up the disc. I hadn’t heard anyone in the house while I was in the lounge room or kitchen. Slowly, I walked back into the lounge room and turned on the DVD player. I inserted the disk, then switched on the TV and pressed Play .
My stomach started churning as a picture of my lounge room came onto the screen. I looked up towards where the camera would have been, but saw nothing there. I returned my attention to the TV, which still had a scene of the lounge room on it. My mother walked onto the screen. She had her phone glued to her ear as usual, and although there was no volume, I could tell by her facial expression and hand movements that she was having a heated discussion with whoever was on the other end. A minute later, a man walked into the scene. All I could see was the back of his head, so it would be impossible for me to identify him. Also, his face was covered with a black balaclava.
My mother turned around, and her eyes widened. But to my surprise, she didn’t let out a scream. The person seemed to have startled her, but she didn’t look afraid.
The man raised his arm, and he had a gun in his hand. She finally started to freak out.
“Our boss is James Tucker,” Sandy said, picking up the phone, just in case she needed to call security.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, then quickly walked over to the elevator, where I pressed the down button repeatedly in an attempt to bring it that much quicker. I knew it didn’t really work, but I needed the distraction. All I wanted to do was transport myself out of there, but the cameras weren’t going to allow me to escape that easily.
The elevator doors finally opened when I almost couldn’t take their hushed whispers and thoughts anymore. I was going to be the crazy girl they would talk about for the rest of their lives. When I finally made it out of the building, Aiden wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I could feel him getting further away from me, so my guess was that he was doing another lap of the block, which meant it could take another five minutes for him to get back to me. I needed to find out what was going on, and I’d be damned if I was going to wait for Aiden to drive me back to mine. I ducked around the corner of the building, where I found a bush that would conceal me from any prying eyes. I closed my eyes.
When I opened them again, I was back at my house, standing in our study. I figured the first place I should look for any clues would be in the filing cabinet in the back corner of the room. It supposedly held all of Mum’s “confidential” material.
I tried opening the light grey drawer, but it was locked. I gave it a good hard yank and prayed that some of my freakish strength would come to me when I actually needed it. And it did. Actually, I had to stop the drawer from being completely ripped off its runners. I started searching through the files, looking for anything that yelled out “This is what I’ve been hiding.”
“You couldn’t have waited for me?” Aiden’s voice rang through my head.
“Sorry .” I grabbed a pile of files from out of the drawer and carried them into the lounge room. There was going to be some serious reading, and I wasn’t about to stay hunched over a desk for it. I dropped the files onto the coffee table and walked to the kitchen to grab a drink. Everything in the fridge had expired, except for the bottles of water and some soft drinks. I grabbed a bottle of water, headed back to the lounge room, and flopped onto the sofa.
My eyes kept darting to the spot where my mother had died. The magnetic pull was just too much for me to ignore, so I picked up the files and went back into the study.
I was about to dump the files back onto the desk when I noticed something that had not been there only moments ago—a sticky note stuck on top of a disc with the words “Play Me” scrawled across it.
My heart was thumping as I reached out to pick up the disc. I hadn’t heard anyone in the house while I was in the lounge room or kitchen. Slowly, I walked back into the lounge room and turned on the DVD player. I inserted the disk, then switched on the TV and pressed Play .
My stomach started churning as a picture of my lounge room came onto the screen. I looked up towards where the camera would have been, but saw nothing there. I returned my attention to the TV, which still had a scene of the lounge room on it. My mother walked onto the screen. She had her phone glued to her ear as usual, and although there was no volume, I could tell by her facial expression and hand movements that she was having a heated discussion with whoever was on the other end. A minute later, a man walked into the scene. All I could see was the back of his head, so it would be impossible for me to identify him. Also, his face was covered with a black balaclava.
My mother turned around, and her eyes widened. But to my surprise, she didn’t let out a scream. The person seemed to have startled her, but she didn’t look afraid.
The man raised his arm, and he had a gun in his hand. She finally started to freak out.
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