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Chapter 2 The dead girl

  • Chapter Two – the dead girl.
  • Outside the house, his car engine was revving. Nathan sighed, walking towards his driver, Whistle, who gave him a knowing look.
  • “I saw Stephanie storm out, you under estimated her. Your plan failed, didn’t it?” Whistle smirked.
  • “Rub it on my face later. Now, drive to Daisy street at Lock Chain estate. It’s time to execute my backup plan” Nathan shoved an address on Whistle's face.
  • The middle aged driver sighed tiredly and began driving. He arrived in front of the estate and Nathan jumped out of the car before he began receiving lectures.
  • “This plan would work. I’d get Stephanie. And I’d get the cash” Nathan said to himself, bouncing to the estate manger's office.
  • “Hello, Mr. Nathan” the estate manager, Chess, greeted with a ninety degrees bow. Nathan flung his hair dramatically but didn’t greet back.
  • “What do you need, sir?” a female secretary asked Nathan as he sat on her Manager’s chair.
  • Nathan rolled his eyes. She must be new here. If she knew who he was, she’d scamper anyway to ensure she didn’t get fired.
  • The manager, closing the office door Nathan left open, made a waving, signaling the secretary to leave. With that, she briskly walked away.
  • “How much is this estate?”.
  • The manager, taken aback, repeated Nathan's question, “How much is this estate?”.
  • Nathan looked up at him.
  • “Oh” the manager gasped. He began scratching his head nervously.
  • “You can’t… I mean, do you want to buy it?” he stammered, “It’s not for sale now as some folks plan to partner and buy it, sir”.
  • He stopped scratching and consciously avoided Nathan’s glare.
  • “And so?” Nathan sounded calm. Despite the intensity of his glares.
  • “Well,… I can’t really turn them down. But you can bid for the property. Pay double the price” the manager had just remembered that.
  • Lucky him that he came up with such an idea because no one tells CEO Nathan a flat no with no other options.
  • One can as well say bye-bye to big connections as he’d spoil your business image as incompetent. He was that powerful.
  • Nathan sat in silence. If his father knew that he wasted the company’s money buying an estate just to get a girl for a bet, he’d skin him alive.
  • Either ways, didn’t his father always say buying houses were investments? An estate should be an even bigger investment.
  • “Triple it. I’m buying” he slammed his hand on a table, jolting Chess. The small man nodded continuously, a greedy grin playing on his lips.
  • Nathan strutted out of the office and walked into his car. Whistle raised his brow at him from the rear mirror.
  • “What?”
  • “Should I drive you somewhere? From your facial expression you have done something you’d regret” Whistle smirked.
  • Nathan pouted, slowly closing his eyes. He pointed ahead at the road. Whistle started the car and drove ahead.
  • “Stop at house 46. Where Stephanie lives”.
  • Whistle frowned. Was he still going on with the bet? He watched him from the rear mirror again and found Nathan smiling to himself.
  • The elderly man smiled, perhaps the young man was going on with the bet for other reasons.
  • ~~~
  • Stephanie found herself threading down a dark road. She struggled to take herself out of the dream but she couldn’t.
  • It always ended the same way, seeing a dead child. She ran to the door knob and tried pushing it. It was warm as if someone had walked in.
  • It was the first time she was running down the road, she usually just strolled. She peeked in and saw something she hadn’t seen before.
  • A woman strangling a little girl. The girl kept fighting and fighting, dragging the woman’s hands off. “Leave her alone” Stephanie yelled.
  • She seemed to be a ghost from another world as she could barely hear her own voice and the knocking on the door didn’t make a sound.
  • The girl stopped fighting, letting her hands fall. The woman then uses a knife and slits her throat. Stephanie is shuddered by the sight.
  • Why does she always dream of this? Why does it ways end like this! She came earlier but couldn’t do anything.
  • She felt herself returning to consciousness. She waited, looking back at the girl. She never looked back before. And saw something strange.
  • The girl rose her head, holding her neck in pain. She jumped down from the bed she was on and wiped off her bloodied neck, wincing.
  • Stephanie was astounded. She expected the girl dead after the strangles and cut on her neck. The girl fell on her bed, curling herself, crying.
  • Stephanie tried again bursting into the room but it didn’t open. That child needed help. She not dying only meant she was a survivor.
  • She was the same age as Stephanie's younger twin siblings and it bothered Stephanie. A bang on another door made Stephanie jump.
  • It was coming from outside her dream world. She didn’t want to leave just yet till she, at least, spoke with the child. But she was drawn out.
  • She yelled out of her dream, frustrated and sprang from her bed to her door. It better not be the newspaper man or the milk delivery boy.
  • Coming closer to the door, she felt her knees weakening. What were they scared off? She reached for a bat and held unto it.
  • Slapping the door open, she saw Nathan outside of it. She raised her bat to hit him but he fell backwards to the ground.
  • She was confused but amused, so much for his strong demeanor. Suddenly, a flash of memory came to her.
  • The same way that Nathan fell was how the little girl in her dreams died. And with the bloody slit on her throat had Nathan’s own scar!
  • She stumbled backwards as Nathan stood up. “Woman! Don’t do that again! I almost died” he barked. His forehead creased in anger.
  • Whistle stifled in his laughter watching them, he stopped laughing seeing Stephanie’s scared and shocked expression.
  • Nathan noticed it as well and cleared his throat, “Yes, I bet you’re surprised to see me” his voice was deep with rhythm, “But I’m here anyways”.
  • Exhaling and inhaling twice, Stephanie adjusted her stance, holding her bat firmly, “Are you really a business owner or pervert?”.
  • Nathan scoffed but he deserved it. He brought out his personal card void of his CEO status but it had his family name.
  • “Nathan Squeal. Fine, you’re for real but are you a business owner?” Stephanie asked again, “And why’d you ask me to sit on…”.
  • “I’m sorry. It came out wrong. I still have a job offer for you. Can we walk to my car?” Nathan interrupted, pointing at his car, parked.
  • She swallowed her remaining words, put on some slippers and shuffled towards the car. The car looked expensive.
  • Was it going to trap her in? Then she gets driven to a slaughter house. She gave him a threatening look but somehow, she trusted him.