AdamentEve: you are probably the most random person I’veever met. One minute you are talking about one thing and the next thing I knowyou have turned into a worrywart.
2Blackhearts: that doesn’t answer the question.
AdamantEve: OMG no I haven’t. And before you say anythingI don’t want to leave the warm protective cocoon I have built in my bed.
2Blackhearts: if I’m not mistaken aren’t pregnant womeneating for two?
AdamantEve: don’t you dare try to guilt me!
2Blackhearts: okay different tactic… Get up. and. Eat.Something
She was fully prepared to argue some more until her stomachgrumbled. Feeling guilty she crawled out of her toasty spot on the bed. Dressedin a too big pajama set she quickly shuffled across the brisk wood floors tothe small kitchen. Grabbing some sliced chicken from the fridge, Everly made alarge sandwich and cut it in half. Walking back to the bedroom, she carefullybalanced her food whilst situating herself back into her nest of covers.
AdamantEve: I’m back… And eating. I hope you’re satisfiednow.
2Blackhearts: I am.
Going back to her sketching Everly lost herself in the blackand white drawings until the chime of her laptop tore her attention away.Looking up she noticed it was now dark outside.
2Blackhearts: you’re quiet.What scene are youworking on?
AdamantEve: the scene where my dad announced he wanted meto marry the family friend Joseph.
2Blackhearts: …damn…are you serious?.....you’ll nevereven comprehend how angry that makes me to even hear that.
Do you want to talk about it?
Everly’s hand paused over the keys, a part of her wanted totalk about it with someone, to get the thoughts out of her head. This faceless,nameless girl was the only one she ever opened up to now, but tonight shedidn’t feel like opening up and delving through those painful emotions she justwanted to get the scene done so she can forget about it.
AdamantEve: no. Not tonight, thank you though.
2Blackhearts: I’m happy you escaped that place.
AdamantEve: Me too
Chapter 4
Looking over his shoulder to check the time on the bank’slarge ornate brass clock, Zane looked back down to the personnel offices fromhis elevated position on the scaffolding with a lethal look.
It was fifteen minutes past nine and Everly still wasn’tinto work yet.
Arriving late himself, he was more than alarmed to see theabsence of her piece of shit red car. Grabbing his phone out of his pocket hedialed the number, ignoring the hanging wires to the security system he wassupposed to be working on.
The phone connected through on the first ring.
“What is it?” the rough voice answered.
“She isn’t here yet.” He replies back just as tersely.
“The hell you mean she isn’t there yet?!” the man growledthrough the line.
Looking up at the ceiling, Zane had to mentally tell himselfnot to react. Through clenched teeth, he responded. “She is not at work and youand I both know I cannot simply walk up to the bank manager and demand to knowwhere she is.”
“I will head to her place now. Give me ten,” the sharp wordswere punctuated by the line disconnecting.
Keeping his phone in his hand, Zane stared back down to thepersonnel offices, at the spot he usually watched the quiet curly-haired girltype away diligently at her computer. For months now, he watched her arriveevery day at the same time, politely acknowledge her coworkers, and punctuallytake her lunch every day at noon. She was never once late and never deviatedfrom her routine. So, where the hell was she now?
The phone vibrated, Zane answered immediately. “So?”
