His phone begins making noises. Sarah lifts her head and glares at him. “If you have someplace to be, please don’t let me interfere.” Her voice is cold, distant.
“I’ve no place I need to be Sarah,” he tries to ease her mind with a soothing voice.
“Well,” she puts her head back down, “you aren’t obligated to be here you know.”
Reluctantly, he reaches out his hand and lightly brushes her cheek, “there is no place I would rather be.”
Adam feels a bubble of frustration creep into his chest at her dismissiveness of him. Just days ago she seemed just as into him as he was her. Now, now her reactions towards him are just as cold as her hands always are.
He wants to call her on it. To ask her what her problem is. He resists the urge, giving her a pass for her bad attitude because she is sick.
He sighs just as his phone starts making noises again. Without looking he turns it off. “Sorry,” he whispers quickly before she scolds him again.
The room grows darker as he sits, his hand still lightly resting on her shoulder. Her breathing is unsteady. Worried thoughts creep into his mind. What if she is really sick? It has been almost a week and it doesn’t sound like she’s getting any better. His mother said if symptoms don’t improve after three days you need to see a doctor. He suspects Sarah has not left her apartment.
Again he glances around. More concerned now as he sees there aren’t any food wrappers laying about. That’s when he notices the pink bag sitting on the table. There is a tag on it. He leans closer to read it. It has his name in capital letters with what looks like a small heart that has been scribbled out. He frowns, wondering what Sarah must have been thinking when she did that.
He sits back in the chair. Closing his eyes, he tries to relax. It isn’t long before sleep takes him.
“You don’t really want a pathetically sweet and innocent girl. Do you Adam?”
He hears the voice of a sultry woman sensing her wickedness but he can’t see her. The room is dark and filled with smoke.
“You want a woman who can take control,” the voice sneers.
Adam clears his throat, still searching for the voice.
“Sarah is all that I’m interested in,” he says.
The woman starts to cackle.
He looks down at his hand to see Sarah is no longer there. Panicked, he stands up.
“Where is she?” he asks sternly.
“Oh, she’s still here,” the voice soothes.
Slowly, a figure steps out from the fog. Adam squints to see better.
“Adam?” Sarah says, “Why are you here?”
“I’ve been here all night.” He reaches out a hand to her as she comes closer to him.
The corner of her mouth goes up, “Are you sure this is what you want?” Her voice is soft.
“Yes Sarah,” he responds in disbelief of her questioning his want of her.
As she walks closer to him, she picks up the pink bag off the table. “Or,” an eyebrow raises, “is this what you want?”
“I want both,” he answers.
She scowls at him, “you can’t have BOTH,” she shrieks.
Adam jolts awake, gasping for air. He rubs his face before looking over to Sarah on the couch. Except, Sarah isn’t there. He rubs his eyes with his fists.
“Shit,” he says under his breath as he stands up.
One hand on his hip, the other grasps his mouth. Again, he looks at the couch. A heap of blankets lay where Sarah was earlier. He takes a deep breath as he walks through Sarah’s apartment. The sun completely gone, only the moon peaking from behind the curtains gives any light.
“Sarah?” he calls out.
He checks the washroom first and finds it empty.
‘Maybe she went to her bed to sleep.’ Slowly, he pushes open her bedroom door. The bed is still freshly made as though it has not been slept in for a long time.
Thinking he hears water boiling, he rushes to the kitchen. He is confused to find that nothing is on. The kitchen is empty. Curious, he opens the fridge. He is shocked to find the shelves bare. As he closes the fridge and stands up straight, he feels a cold breeze brush past him. He shakes his head thinking he must be going crazy.
Anxious, his heart going wild in his chest, he makes his way back to the living room. It seems brighter than before. He sees that the pink bag is no longer on the table. He looks up towards the window, the curtains are open. Sarah’s silhouette in front of the window. The moonlight seems to be drawn to her. He continues to walk towards her, cautiously.
“Sarah?” he whispers.
Slowly she turns around to face him. In her hands is the pink bag.
“Are you looking for this?” She holds up the bag slightly.
(c) Rachel Rennie 2015