Three Thousand Miles To You(59)
“Alanna earlier today there was a man here looking for you.”
“Who was he?”
“I am not sure exactly, but he looked very weird.”
“What did he look like?”
“He was older, he had dark greying hair, and he wore a very smart suit and talked with kind of accent.”
“What did he say?”
“He just asked me where you had gone, who you were with and how long you would be.”
“Sophie did you tell him I was with Adrian?”
“Yes why? Alanna who is he?”
“I don’t know for sure, I think he is maybe one of Adrian’s clients,” I lie but the anxiety on my face shows Sophie that I am edgy about this.
“Alanna, is there something going on that you are not telling me?” I wish I could tell her, I really do but I fear not even, what she will say, I fear that I will get her involved and she may end up hurt.
“No Sophie, I think he was just looking for Adrian about business. He obviously knew Michael was here and figured that Adrian was too.”
“Are you sure that’s all it is?”
“Yes there is nothing to worry about,” I look away thinking that she might see right through my lies.
“Alanna before I forget, he left you this.” Sophie hands me a little white envelope, I walk away from Sophie and start to open the letter it reads,
Your boyfriend is a murderer. If you do not break up with him, then you are as good as dead.
I am shocked so I quickly fold the letter up and put it in my jeans pocket. I say to Sophie that I will be right back, I open the door and I march down the hallway until I come to Michael’s room. I knock on his door and he answers straight away. I barge in without even saying, “Hi,” I take out the note and throw it to him. He catches it and says.
“Alanna what’s this?”
“Read it,” I say with no emotion. As Michael reads over the note, the look that comes to his face is terror. “Where did this come from?”
“The guy from the other day dropped it off with Sophie, while I was out with Adrian.”
“He actually came here?”
“Yes today,”
“This is getting worse,” Michael, says rubbing his forehead.
“Why are they saying Adrian is a murderer?”
“I don’t know,”
“The look on your face says otherwise.”
“Alanna you have to talk to Adrian about that, as for now you have to stay here. I can’t let you go back to that room.”
“I can’t stay in here, what would everyone think?”
“I don’t care; god only knows what could happen to if you don’t.”
“I will be fine, I will lock the door.”
“Has none of this clicked in your head? There are people who want to kill you.”
“You don’t think I know all that, but you didn’t spend the last four hours with Katharine sobbing her heart out over you. What would she think if she knew I stayed here with you?”
“You think I care about Katharine and her little tragedies, your life is it at risk Alanna, and you will stay here.” The look on Michaels face says that I really should not protest any more.
“Okay, but I have to call Adrian and tell him everything first, okay?”
“Fine by me, I will go tell your friend that you are staying with me tonight.”
“What, no,” he shoots me another look of that I should do whatever he says.
“Can you at least make up an excuse of some kind? Make sure she doesn’t think that there is anything going on.” Michael rolls his eyes and slams the door behind him. I reach into my pocket and take out my phone. I dial Adrian’s number and wait as it rings. When he picks up his voice is rough,
“Alanna what’s wrong?”
“Don’t panic, but the guy from the other day showed up at the dorm today while I was out with you.” The phone is silent and I can only hear the painting in Adrian’s breath.
“Alanna I know things with Michael are strained right now, but go to him.”
“I am in his room just now; I wanted to call you first to let you know that Michael thinks it would be best for me to stay with him tonight.” The phone again is silent.
“Alanna I can’t say that I am happy about that, but giving the circumstances, it’s the right thing to do.”
“I know but I couldn’t just stay with him and not tell you first, Adrian there was also a note.”
“What did it say?”
“It said that you were a murderer and that if I didn’t leave you then I was as good as dead.”
“Right, how do feel about that?”
“Adrian I don’t know, are you?”
“I guess that’s what you can call it,” I cannot breathe, is Adrian telling me that he is a murderer. “Are you saying that it’s true?”