Chapter 29… the jig is up
My world is complete, I’m in love with the most beautiful man in the
universe and I’m living in his gorgeous home. Pinching my cheek, I know this is
real. I’m here and it’s my dream come true.
Just within my peripheral vision I notice a light
coming from a small crack in the wall. That’s odd, what is that? It’s under
where his suits hang, so I crouch down to get a better look. It’s like the wall
has been cut away to create a door way
of a sort but, there isn’t a knob or molding so, when you close the door it
becomes wall, without even a seam. Bazaar.
I push the door open a little more and I can see water bottles, hundreds of
them in cases stacked to the ceiling, may be this is his storage room. There
are some other boxes, labeled food, first aide, and above the boxes, a shelf
holds some books and two bottles of scotch.
I push a little more and I see a black filing cabinet, nothing out of
the ordinary except one of the drawers has Elizabeth Whyte September-16-1988 on
the front and I freeze. What? Goose bumps spread on my flesh. Why is my name on
that cabinet? I crawl fully in the room and stand. It is so quiet in here. It’s
like the noise is dead in this room. A slow creep of eeriness rushes through me
and it makes my skin crawl. Reaching very slowly I put my hand on the handle
and pull. Elizabeth White- is on the top of the first file I see. I feel sick. Pulling out the file and opening
it, a paper neatly printed has my name at the top. Elizabeth Whyte. Date of
birth, home address, previous addresses, parent’s names, schools, work places,
first, second, third, my friend’s names, places I’ve frequented. It’s all there
my entire life. The next file has Elizabeth Random on it. It is filled with
pictures and news paper clippings. News paper clippings, of me, when I won the
cross country run, me in the Christmas
parade in 1994 and pictures of me with Gerry and Penny. My hands start to shake
and I instantly feel cold. I put the file back. I take in a short breath and
let out a gasp so, loud it scares me. Trust Fund Information, is at the top of
the next file. “Oh God!” My bank account number, is too. Then I see the worst thing I can imagine.
SERVALANCE Miss Whyte is at the top of the next file. I pull it out and open
it. Dated from February 10th to May 18th, my daily
schedule. Starbucks 9:15am May 12th. Coffee. Oh God!! Tears start to flow down my cheeks.
“No! No! No1” I scream at the top of my lungs. I turn around thinking I need to
run and that’s when I see it, a steely grey hand gun. Like a book or a cup, it’s
just lying on the counter. Not to anyone’s alarm so, casual. I’m finding it
hard to control my crying. My diaphragm is doing the ugly cry spasm. I feel so
betrayed, so disillusioned. I drop the
file I was holding the papers fall to the floor scattered. Crying hysterically
I climb back out of the room. I run into Jack’s room and grab my pants off the
floor, and quickly slip them on; I stumble and bang my fore head. Hopping I try
and get my shoe on then the other. Where is my shirt? Finding it, I pick it up off the floor and pull it over
my head. My mind is spinning. I feel
frantic. I run to the door and remember to find my purse. Got it.
Press the elevator call button and wait for what seems an eternity, for
the elevator. “Miss Whyte, shall I call for a cab?” “No!” I REACH THE FRONT DOOR and push my way to
frightened freedom. Total panic sets in I can’t get out and then I realize in
my horror I’m not thinking straight, turn the leaver then push the door open. I
manage to get the door open and run OUT OF THE BUILDING. Out to the street. I
just keep running and running until I find myself at Jon’s apartment and I ring
the bell.
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