Thirty nine

CHAPTER 39

SANTIAGO.

"Glenn!"

I called out as I stormed into the room, the room was filled with silence and I could feel it radiate in every bit of its crook.

Diverse thoughts crept through my mind at that moment, and I could feel my heart confiscated by how dark the atmosphere was.

Where was she?

It was one question my mind was finding difficult to answer at the moment, right there in the middle of the room I stood there confused.

The events of the past one hour filled my mind vividly as it was quite picturesque.

"Glenn?" I called out when I thought I heard the sound of the door.

The wind moved swiftly as I made my way up the stairs, taking in every bit of the view that was screaming at the fact that she wasn't by anyway around—

Sighing to myself, or perhaps too scared to find out the truth I moved quite slowly.

My phone buzzed and I turned the caller ID to see that it was the same person that had orchestrated this in the first place.

"Glenn?" I called this time my voice was filled with uncertainty, ahead of me was a creak from the door every now and then.

My footsteps creaked against the floor as I moved more calmly—cautiously aware that anything could happen any moment.

Flipping the dark hallway lights on, I walked closer to the door of my room that had been the cause of the unrest I had as I tried to remember if it had slipped in my mind to lock the door before leaving that morning.

Soon I covered the rest of the steps to my room and looked around, there looked to be nothing wrong except perhaps the hint of her perfume.

"She was here." I muttered to myself as I made my way out after shutting the door .

I walked to the study, where she stayed at times, as I stood in front of the doors. I could feel the emptiness behind its wooden frame already.

I tried the doorknob and saw it was

unlocked and pushed my way in gently,

as my eyes adjusted to the dim room that filled the room.

Goosebumps ran up my arms at that moment, it was becoming reality I was starting to feel silly that I had thought she would come home after the manner she had left the facility.

Several thoughts filled my mind,however. nothing to hint at where she was at that moment, as I took a step back.

It turned out there was one space left, perhaps the last and the most important.

Slowly, it was drawn on me that she was perhaps gone but still my mind was refusing to accept that brute fact, my mind was scared to search in that last place —Her room.

Left with no choice I made my way in her room, the air was filled with every squeak made .

The sound of my footsteps seemed to be the only things that filled the air at that moment and somehow its uneasiness settled under my skin leaving every part it touched cold.

Sensing the unease, I took a deep breath to push the odd sensation away as I stood by her door. Knocking with an unnatural calmness.

After waiting a while, I let myself in like I had done to the other room, and searched every part of it. The balcony. The bathroom and in what apparently was heartbreaking her wardrobe.

All empty.

I was torn by the fear, some part of me felt betrayed even as I felt a painful tightened in my throat leaving me speechless as it pierced me in the chest.

I sank back to her bed, taking in what was left of her scent.

I tried to play the thoughts at the back of my mind, the reality that she was left, the fact that she disappeared from my life the same way she came.

I ran my hands through my hair and eyed the vase by her bed rest before smashing it against the wall from across the room.

Her clothes as well as her bag were all gone,she left nothing behind that would have given me the hope she would come back.

Slowly, my mind processed the fact that she was gone—gone from my life, perhaps disappeared the same way she came.

I inhaled deeply and made my way down the steps while trying to make a call to the closest train station.

I knew the man that headed the place and granting me the request of delaying her wouldn't be too hard, that being the fact that she had not gone far.

My finger's in a way trembled as I held on to the phone, the ringing sounded faraway, immersing itself Into the heavy pumping of my blood as it flowed through my bloodstream.

“This is M&T ” The receptionist's tone crept through the line. I rolled my eyes . "Get me across to your boss..I rasped.

“He is in a meeting now, can you drop your message? "

I groaned. " How soon would the meeting end?" I gritted my teeth before adding, "I really need to Speak to him."

A quiet moment passed.

" Let's say one hour. "

I fisted into the table, and tried to muffle the pain.

"I would be there in one hour, tell him I'd be on my way."

"Yes, I would. Your name—"

I hung up and tried all I could to muffle the pain I was feeling, my knuckles still hurt from the time before but with the way my heart was raging I needed to do something —hit something.

Still angry I ran my hands over her table and swept all the content off it before pushing the entire thing over.

Glass shattered as it hit the hardwood still it did nothing to stop the bitterness that bit into my chest even as I ran my hands through my hair till I was overwhelmed by a calm that swept over me.

"Where are you Glenn?" I muttered to myself.