“We're meeting here back at four.”“Correct, I'm helping Lacey with shopping for her new place, and we're having lunch later.” She explained once again that Andreas does understand that I will meet him at the exact spot where we are standing, but he also doesn't look that trusting. “I can always run back and get your phone.”“Lacey has hers.” He doesn't trust me. He thinks it might happen all over again—that I'm going to disappear once again. She wouldn't trust herself .“I'm meeting you here at four.” Reassurance is what he needs. Standing on her tiptoes, Rebecca presses her lips against his, and he hums, pulling her forward and not caring about PDA. He had been feeling insecure about their relationship lately, and her small gesture of affection was enough to put his mind at ease. Lacey is standing a few steps back, watching the exchange, she too is a bit weary about the topic. They haven't really talked about that time. Moving forward seems best, and ignoring the fact that she
“What do you mean?” Her mouth dry. Rebecca couldn't deny it, this right here wasn't right. “I mean, I have enough time now to do what I want to do.” She didn't want to ask what he meant, his confidence worried her. “Andreas is coming to pick me up.” “I'm sure he is. He's been overly attentive lately. He never leaves you out of his sight, he is always with you. He and that damn dog." He snickered. “Imagine my surprise when I see you without either of your watchdogs.” “My friend is with me.” “Oh Rebecca.” The sound of her voice coming out of his mouth felt filthy. “You really shouldn't have left your house today." Rebecca felt a chill run down her spine as she realized the danger she was in. She knew she had to think fast and come up with a plan to get out of this situation. "Are you happy, Rebecca?" John asked, taking a step closer to her. "Is your husband making you happy?" Rebecca's throat felt dry, and she swallowed hard. "Yes, Andreas makes me very happy," she managed to
Andreas sat at his office desk, his fingers drumming impatiently on the surface. He had been waiting for what felt like hours for the clock to hit the designated time when he could go and pick up Rebecca from the mall. He knew it was irrational, but every time he dropped her off somewhere, he had this nagging feeling in his gut that she would disappear again, just like before. The kiss they shared before she got out of the truck had left him wanting more, like always. It was like a drug that he couldn't get enough of. He sighed, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He knew he needed to trust Rebecca, but the fear of losing her was too great. He grabbed his phone and checked the time again. He leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes, trying to push away the feeling of unease. He thought about how much he loved her and how much he didn't want to lose her. He knew he needed to talk to her about his feelings, but he didn't want to come across as possessive or overbearing. Andre
Rebecca felt sick to her stomach as John entered the room with a plastic bag in his hand. She recognized the logo of the store and realized they weren't too far from town. He placed the bag on the floor and offered her a water bottle and some snacks, but she refused to take anything from him. John tried to sweeten her up with his words, talking about how good they looked together and how he could make her happy. But Rebecca knew better than to believe his lies. She glared at him with disgust, her voice cold and unwavering as she spoke. "You're sick, John. What you're doing is wrong and illegal. You have no right to keep me here like this. Let me go and turn yourself in before it's too late." John's face twisted in anger, his eyes burning with fury. "You don't understand, Rebecca. You're mine, and I'll do anything to keep you with me. I love you." Rebecca shook her head in disbelief. "Love? You call this love? This is nothing but obsession and delusion
Andreas felt his heart racing as he led the group of friends and family members searching for Rebecca. They split up, covering different areas of the town and surrounding areas. They checked alleys, abandoned buildings, and even went to the police station to file a missing person report. Andreas looked at the sheriff with a sense of frustration. "She was fine, sheriff. Nothing out of the ordinary." Sheriff Hughs jotted down some notes on his notepad. "And what was her mental state like? Was she stressed or upset about anything?" Andreas sighed. "She has always worried about little things, but nothing that would make her run away like this." The sheriff nodded slowly. "And did she have any enemies, any suspicious people in her life?" Andreas shook his head. "No, not that I know of. She's a good person, sheriff." The sheriff nodded and jotted down some notes on his notepad. “Alright, we'll keep that in mind. Thank you for your time, Andreas.” Sheriff Hughs scribbled some more note
Rebecca awoke once again on the dirty mattress, her head pounding and her limbs aching from being bound for so long. The air in the room was damp, and the heavy rain outside had made it feel colder than before. She shivered and pulled the thin blanket tighter around her body, wishing for some warmth and comfort. Apart from the dirt floor and the yellow lamp hanging from the ceiling, there was nothing visible when she gazed around the little room. She didn't know how long she had been there because she had no sense of time. She didn't know what John had in store for her because he hadn't come back. She tried to quiet her racing thoughts by closing her eyes, but the worry and anxiety never left her. She reflected on Andreas and how much she missed him and yearned to be in his arms once more. She thought about her family and friends, who were probably terribly worried about her, and tears flowed down her face. As the hours passed, Rebecca's hope began to fade. She didn't know how much
Rebecca's eyes fluttered open, the pain in her head making her groan. She tried to sit up but found her hands tied to the bedpost. Panic set in as she looked around the unfamiliar room, trying to remember how she got there. Then she saw John sitting in a chair next to the bed, his arms crossed over his chest. "Good morning, Rebecca," he said, a sly grin on his face. "I hope you're feeling better. You gave me quite a scare last night." "What...what happened?" Rebecca asked, her voice hoarse. “Don't you remember?" He said he was leaning forward by resting both elbows on his legs. He appears eerily nasty. His hair appeared to have been combed through with his hand numerous times, and he had large eyes. John stood up and leaned over her, his breath hot on her face. "This is your last chance to behave, Rebecca. Don't make me angry." Rebecca knew she had to come up with a plan—some way to escape his grasp. She had tried to reason with him, to plead with him to let her go, but his delu
Andreas and the sheriff stood by the abandoned vehicle, their eyes fixed on the ground where the blood had been found. The tension in the air was palpable, both men were lost in their own thoughts. "I don't know what to make of this," the sheriff said, running a hand through his hair. "We need to wait for the lab results to come back. It could be anyone's blood." Andreas nodded, his mind racing. He couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible had happened to Rebecca. His heart ached with worry and fear. Carla's sobs broke the silence, and Andreas turned to see her crumpled on the ground, her husband and son trying to comfort her. "We need to find her," Andreas said, his voice breaking with emotion. "We can't just wait for the police to do their job. We have to keep looking." The sheriff nodded, his expression grim. "I know. We'll keep searching. But for now, we have to let the professionals handle it." Andreas nodded, reluctantly agreeing with the sheriff's words. But he k