Missing

It is another Monday, I was literally curled up on my bed being awake almost all night. I haven’t had any sleep since the night that Albert kissed me

 goodbye.

“Baby” he said, “I will miss you but I will be back in few hours time.” It has been over six hours since then; I have called him countless times without

response, worst the phone is now off.

I slept off during my waiting, I believed that maybe he was held in traffic or something else. Albert is the man that changed my fate after we met. I have been in various relationships since my teenage years.

“I am back baby,” he said. “What have kept you since for many hours, I was really worried about you.” Then I turned around and found out that it was all a dream.

I was more nervous than ever, I quickly left my apartment and went to the frontage. I checked my time and it was already 4:05am I was more baffled than I was before.

Could it be that something have happened to him? I thought. The horror of facing the society, Melissa and myself is rather frightening. I remembered the gloomy face he had when he was leaving last night.

I immediately thought of calling his colleague but it seems like the number is from a burner phone. I am really exhausted, however when I looked farther down the alley I think I saw someone lurking in the dark.

On turning back, I saw what seemed like a silhouette of a man coming from my apartment. “What is wrong with me this morning?” I thought out aloud. I quickly went into my apartment and locked the door.

Albert, where are you? I have thoughts of calling his mother but the scene of his mother’s abusive words came running to my memory.

“Arabian slut” she would curse under her breath, “I don’t know how you bewitched my son.”

Apart from her, most people don’t Know of my Arabian heritage. My dad is a Syrian immigrant and my mom is of European decent. I took after my dad in my eyes, nose and facial structure, however I am blonde just like my mom.

I believed Albert’s mother had her reasons, Albert came into my life after the horrible incidents of my childhood; supported me through my years of struggling and abuse; he never cared about my past.

Before I could push those thoughts out of my mind, “this is eight o’clock news” I overheard from the television, “ miss Hall reporting…” damn this, I thought, why is it still on?... This used to be one of my favorite times in the morning.

Albert have known it and I am sure he was the one that put it on before going.

“… there was a case of assassination yesterday… experts said that it is a major crime that might implicate many drug cartels and casinos.”

The thoughts of casinos and drugs made my heart sink. Albert I have always warned you I thought.

With that I jumped out of the bed and headed for the showers without further thoughts as to what to do next, I have already boarded a taxi to Melissa’s house.