Three Thousand Miles To You(25)

Thirteen



That night as I lay in my bed, with my new Blackberry under my pillow for safekeeping, I think of the woman that I saw today at the beach. How familiar her face looked. The way she spoke it was as if, real pain was in her voice. I have never met that woman before, so what was it about her that got me so interested, was it that she reminded me of someone?

I am back in my car only this time there is no way out, the black Lamborghini has me trapped. I look desperately for a way out but the car is so close to me it is hard for me to see any which way. I turn around and look out the back window only to see there is a long grey wall. I am trapped there is no way out. I look down at my lap where my phone is and to my horror, there is blood everywhere. All over my hands and on the seat next to me, the entire car is bursting with blood, and I try to get out but the wall is restricting me from doing so. I climb over onto the other seat where there is no wall, I push open the door and the white Blackberry begins to ring. Filled with terror and my hands stained with blood, I answer the phone.

“Hello,” I say in a shaken voice.

“Alanna,” I hear a harsh voice say. I cannot speak my lips are frozen. I turn around to see the door of the other car open, and the person who comes out is not who I expected. I wake suddenly with sweat pulsing from my body. I sit up straight and try to shake off the feeling I have. What was that? I look down to make sure there is no blood only to see my hands shaking too violently. I place my hand on my chest and feel it beat much too fast. What is happening to me? Why am I having dreams like this? I think that all the worry and dread about who this mystery man is, has started to take its toll on me. I look over to my alarm clock and see that it is 5.30am. It is much too early to get up but I need to use the bathroom after the dream I just had. I open the door switch the light on and look at myself in the mirror. The reflection I see is a mere shadow of the girl I used to know. Her big brown eyes have lost their sparkle and with big black circles underneath them. Her face is so pale and emotional, how could someone who loved her put her through so much? I get back into bed and try to fall asleep once again, and wish that the dream I just had does not reoccur. When I wake up at 7.30am all I feel is dread. Am I in for another day like the one I had yesterday? Something inside of me is telling me to be scared. I feel as if there is something about to happen. I get out of bed as if it is a chore. I slowly walk down the stairs and slump on the couch.

“Alanna are you okay? You look terrible.” Sophie says with a concerned look.

“Yes, I am alright, just had a bit of a rough night that’s all.”

“Did you not sleep or something?”

“I had a nightmare,” I say.

“Oh for heaven sake what was it about?”

I search for something to say I cannot tell Sophie the truth, knowing the way she would act.

“I can’t remember.”

“That’s the worst kind, when you wake all sweating and heart beating fast, oh it gives me the shivers just thinking about it.”

“What do you have on today?” I ask changing the subject in case I slip up and tell Sophie everything.

“My dad needs some help at the hotel today.”

“That will be different; you haven’t worked there in a while.”

“I know but I always feel a little strange whenever I do.”

“Being the boss’s daughter, it must be hard for them to take you seriously?”

“I always feel like I have something to prove.”

“It’s hard huh?”

“It’s a job for sure.”

Sophie makes us both breakfast and then leaves for the city. As soon as Sophie is out of the door I make sure, I lock it behind her. I take the white phone out from the pocket of my silk robe. I have a look to see if there are any messages but there is none. I fancy another cup of coffee so I go over to the pot and pour myself a cup, KNOCK!

“Oh crap,” I shout aloud.

The knock came as such a shock that I have dropped the cup and the coffee pot and they are now laying all over the floor in a million pieces. I carefully step over the broken glass and make my way over to the door. I open the door and there he is the same little fair-haired deliveryman for the third day in a row.

“Miss, are you alright?” he says.

I look down at the ground and pull my robe a little tighter.

“Actually, all this has kind of started to take its toll a little bit.”

“You don’t say, for what it is worth I am sorry Miss if this has caused you any inconvenience.”

“I know you are just doing your job, but to tell you the truth I am scared of all this.”

“Why are you scared?”