"Why do you have a picture of Nicole?" Marcus looked at Jack, "do you know her?" He asked.
"Of course I do. I know Nicole, and I know you know her. Be straight with me. Why are you here, and why are you acting so strange?"
Marcus looked around, "me acting strange? You are the one who is acting all weird. I don't have time for this. I have to go."
"But Marcus?" Jack grabbed his arm, "why are you running?" Marcus looked at Jack and pulled away, "let me go before you get hurt."
Jack opened his hand, "I am just looking for answers. Relax, man."
Marcus shook his head, "you looking for answers?" Marcus's face started to turn red. "Maybe the answers you are looking for are right in the mirror."
Jack frowned, "can you stop speaking in riddles and be straight up?"
"Straight up? Sure Jack, perhaps you should be out there looking for your sister than standing here interrogating me.”
Marcus walked off as Jack stood there, " what does
He walked down the hallway, and everyone was whispering and looking at him, "Jack, are you okay?" Claire asked.Jack looked at Claire, then smiled, "Yes, I am, are you guys okay?" Claire was wearing her blue wool jersey, which matched her eyes, and light blue denim pants; she was holding her books."About what happened on Saturday, it was just crazy. Had you not been there, I dont know what would have happened."Max came walking down the hallway with two of his friends. He looked at Jack and never greeted him. He never stopped to greet Claire, either."What's up with him?""With who? Max? I am not sure, but ever since that incident, he never contacted me.""Hey guys, what happened Saturday was crazy. Jack took those thugs down. It was like watching a 3D movie right in front of me. Jack, how did you do that? I mean, you were so calm and collected you had saved Max's ass."Melanie, “enough, im sure Jack has things to do. Rig
"What was that about Melanie? You threw Jack under the bus." Melanie smiled, "my mom is here. I have to go."Claire saw Max standing there with his two friends by the car. Claire walked up to Max, "Max, can we talk?" Max brushed his hair to the back."Sure, Claire, what's up?""So we on first name bases?"Max shrugged his shoulder; "there's your friend; shouldn't you be running to him?""Max, what got into you? Are you jealous?""Me, Jealous, no way I'm not Jealous of that freak.""He saved your life, and you never even thanked him."Max laughed loudly, "that asshole never saved my life, Claire. I didn't need anyone's help.""Thats why you were pleading, Max. But never mind, what are you doing this evening? We are having a little party over at the beach?""I'm down, babe. I will see you there.""Great, see you there, or will you be picking me up?""I will be going with Joey, so is it cool if I just m
Angela pulled out her gun, pointing it at it the stranger. The man mockingly looked at her, "I don't think you can shoot anything." Without hesitation, Angela shot the guy in the leg as he dropped to the ground holding his leg."You will pay for this. This is bigger than you think. “Angela looked at him and pressed her thumb into the bullet wound. "you are a joke.""Where is the missing girl?""What missing girl?" Angela pushed her finger more profoundly into the wound as he screamed in pain."Where is the girl?""What bloody girl?" He snapped. Angela felt a breeze on the back of her neck. As she turned around, there was nothing, just darkness and wet ground with a small light.Angela had looked for a rope that's when she noticed what appeared like a barn."What is in there?" The guy stubbornly looked away, curling up his lips. Angela hit the guy in the face with the back of the revolver."Two can play the game."
"I wish my heart could stop racing around her." Jack lay on the bed that night thinking of Claire, her blue eyes and blonde hair, the smile. He found himself restless thinking of her.He then turned on his side and saw a family photo from when his mom was asleep, they looked like the happiest family, and in a matter of days, everything fell apart; he then remembered he had not heard of Angela. He reached down for his phone and dialed her number. It went through to voicemail, thats odd; her phone is always on. He tried redialing her number it went through to voicemail. He then called his dad, "Dad, how are you?""I'm doing okay, thanks, son; how is your sister doing?""Thats why I called you dad; I cannot get hold of her. Have you heard of her?""No, son, but I will be home soon; I will try calling her phone.""Dad? Hello? Are you there?" The line on the other end dropped; Jack looked at his phone; his mobile lost signal, " dammit, this network."
Jack reached home and found the house a mess. The tables were tilted, and the glass had broken on the ground, “What did they want from my dad.”As he walks to the kitchen, he questions and notices a set of beads on the table.He picked up the beads and stood against the counter, looking out the kitchen window. With everything that was happening, all he could think of was Claire as he grabbed the knife and banged it into the kitchen table. What was the connection between her and Marcus? Why was he so secretive, and who could he trust?The night went by as he tidied up. After cleaning up the downstairs, he locked the burglar bar gate and let the dogs loose in the back to the front of the yard.Exhausted and feeling alone, he sat on the bed, and thats when he remembered his phone on the counter, eighteen missed calls. Checking the call log, it was seventeen from Claire and one from an unknown number. Claire had messaged him a few times, asking wh
The footsteps faded as Angela slowly opened the door. She looked through the side of the door. It was quiet; there was no one in sight. As she stepped out behind the door, she had to find the key to that door.She slowly picked through those keys and fitted every key. When he was down to the last key, the gate lock opened.With a sigh of relief, Angela looked around and walked over to the door. She attempted to push it open, but it was locked. She banged twice on the door.When she heard someone screaming for help, "Nicole, is that you?" There was no answer. Angela was searching through the keys when she heard footsteps from upstairs and ran manicured into the corner until the footsteps faded.She stood up and put the gun in the back of her Jean. She searched through the keys and found a key that had fitted into the door. She slowly turned the key, expecting the worst, taking a deep breath; when the door opened, a horrible smell came from the cell. It was
There is a knock on the door, Jack is sitting on the sofa, eating a snack, and he turns around to look at the door, removes his gun from his waist, he then switches off the TV, stands up, slowly walks over to the door as he peaks out of the curtain. It's 9 pm. Who could this be at the door in this weather? Whoever is at the door, their back is facing Jack. All he can see is a yellow raincoat. He then wipes the mist off the window and walks to the door looking through the peek hole. It's Claire. He opens the door. She is soaked from the rain, standing there as the water drips on the tiles, "Claire, what are you doing here at this hour?” Her eyes are red. It looked like she had been crying. "Claire, talk to me. Are you okay?" He walks behind her and removes her raincoat. He notices blood dripping from her arm onto the tiles, but Jack can't see any injuries on her. He places his hands on her cheeks, “Claire, talk to me. I am here
“Wake up,” Jack checked for a pulse, and with a sigh of relief, he got a damp cloth holding it to her forehead. She opened her eyes, holding her head, “what has happened?” she narrowed her eyes. Jack lifted her from the ground, "Will you be okay?" "I think I will." “Maybe I should drive you home.” “I will be fine, Jack.” “You can sleep on the sofa.” "Are you sure?" "Yes, I am sure it is raining outside." “Thanks, Jack, thats sweet of you.” "Can I get you anything to eat?" "I am fine, thanks." "Are you sure?" "I am sure, thank you.” Claire stared into Jack's eyes and smiled, “are you always this sweet?” Jack blushed. “It depends on who I am with.” Claire lay down on the sofa as Jack switched off the light. Claire turned and looked at him, “ Jack would you mind sitting in the other armchair?” “Sure, but why, though?” “I just feel safer with you around