All Chapters of Oak Tree: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Here's your coffee ma'am." Said the lady at the counter, pulling me out of my trance.I stared at the cup she held out in front of me, gazing down at the dark liquid inside while my mind tried to register when have I ordered a coffee.Did I order this? When? Why don't I remember? Am I losing myself already?My mind would have gone back to its own world of thoughts had it not been for that familiar voice that spoke up."I ordered that. Thank you." Came the voice I had so much come to love, the voice of Charlie Wise as he finally took the extended cup from the lady with a polite smile and turned to me, holding out the cup."I bought it for you."Where did he even come from? Has he been standing here this whole time and I couldn't even tell? Wow...I stared up at his handsome face, his blond hairs in a tousled mess and yet he made it look like a trendy style.My heart beat accelerated, hands going clammy as this was the

14th September 2027, The room was eerie silent and noisy at the same time. I could hear the muffled voices of my co-workers, asking for this file and that new version, for a new cup of coffee or whining. The continues beeping of the printing machine harmonized with the inhabitants outside my office, including the occasional ringing of phones telephones. Yes, it was noisy, but too quite in my own office. Way too quite. I could listen to my own breathing and heartbeat. It was too quite. Placing a hand over my chest, I listened to my heart beating erratically, before releasing a sigh and rubbing my temples. This won't do. I can't be like this. I know that the situation I am in is creepy and crazy, but this is my only shot. I have to make it work. No time to be nervous. Releasing a long breath, I steadied myself before pulling out the first file on top of the pile of files on my

I paced around the room as the floor boards creaked under my weight, but nothing stopped me still. Ben was sitting on the couch; his head resting in his hands while Charlie stared out the window in search of his friend. My parents were out, so I had called everyone at my place to explain the situation we were in. Joseph was taking too long, but that was understandable because he was looking around for the person in trouble. For Kate. Something was very wrong, and after what I just saw on the school parking lot, I couldn't be more sure. "But I don't get it. If she is being abused, why wouldn't she tell anyone? Why is she being so silent and protecting Dave?" Ben inquired which even had me in a dilemma. Why on earth was Kate protecting Dave? "We are not even sure if it's Dave." "It is." I interrupted Charlie, my eyes steely as I stared at him while the duo stared at me. "He didn't react to the wounds in Kate's body, and Kate's parents sa

It seemed like time itself had no idea what on earth was going on, or why it didn't know whether to speed up or slow down. Everything seemed to be in a standstill, and yet in a roller coaster at the same time. I wanted to find her, but every single thought or idea seemed to freeze in my head at the same time I knew I was getting late. My whole nervous system was going into a panic mode. The only calm thing was the beating of my heart. How are you so calm at a moment like this? Our friend is kidnapped and missing and we don't have a clue as to where she could be. What's there to be calm now? And as if my heart already knew the answer, my eyes scanned the hallway once again, my sight turning blurry as another wave of tears flowed out. I was dead tired. My muscles hurt, and my bones felt weary. Exhaustion was getting the best of me and the health issue part of my brain was forcing me to retreat, to go back home and call the cops. But the

12th September 2027, Three days ago:I stayed rooted to my spot, unable to bring myself to move a muscle as the whole news sunk in. Lara had murdered Joslyn, and not just that, but she had also been to my house, left this creepy note and the clothes here, in the room Kate stayed in.Slowly but surely, I sunk to the bed behind me, dropping the clothes and staring at my hands while the silence around me thickened, and yet everything around me felt too loud. The distant honking of cars, the sound of leaking water from a tap, and my own breathing. Everything sounded just…too much.The words from the note circled in my head, giving me a nauseous feeling and the urge to throw up.Miss me? What kind of note is that? And why to me? The silence grew thicker, and so did my breathing, which was turning haggard. I didn’t know why, but I felt the hairs behind my neck stand on edge, goos