Chapter 1 - Strangers
“Oh, Sh*t” I scold myself. I was supposed to be home an hour ago. Stupid books. I always spend too much time reading books. I completely forgot I had to be home directly after school today. I quickly grab my bag and shove my book into it. I zip up my bag and practically run out the door. Fortunately, my school is only a 5-minute walk from my home. I am in such a rush to get out of the door that I almost crash into some of the other students. As I make it out of the front door of the school I slow down. I mean whether or not I run home I’m still late.
As I am walking home I notice that the trees are starting to lose their leaves. Those that are still hanging on by a thin thread are the color of a beautiful sunrise. Those warm colors are enough to make me smile and appreciate how amazing nature can be. It’s moments like these that I often forget. Too often I am in such a rush that I don’t stop to look around me. See how the seasons change or notice how people are beginning to put on some warmer jackets. I laugh to myself. Here I am, walking down the street in my blue washed jeans with holes on the knees, and a thin t-shirt. I must have somehow notice that it is a bit colder today because I did bring my favorite brown leather jacket.
I keep on smiling as I am walking, making a note to myself that I need to pay more attention to my surroundings. Just as that thought crosses my mind, I feel someone grabbing a hold of my arm. Fear strikes through my veins. All I can think is. A MURDERER! I try yanking my arm back, but the murderer’s hold on me is too tight. I prepare to let out an ear-piercing scream so that someone will come to my rescue. But just as I am about to open my mouth the murderer speaks.
“Excuse me, miss. Are you Nathalie?” He asks me.
I see it as my chance and I yank my arm out of his strong grip and say: “Get away from me you murderer!”
The look on his face as I say those final words is a look of embarrassment and shock. Why is he embarrassed? Probably, because I know he is a murderer and stalker. I mean he did know my name, and I have never in my life seen him before.
“I can assure you miss, I am no murderer. If I may ask you again. Are you Nathalie?” He says, bringing me out of my thought on how I figured him out. I’m not quite sure I believe him when he says that he isn’t a murderer. I take a look at him. He is old probably around 55 or so. He has this Hispanic look, and the darkest eyes I have ever seen. Okay, those eyes belong to a murderer. I start freaking out. What do I do? I don’t wanna die. Okay, remain calm. I can do this, I tell myself. I collect all my strength and calmness.
“That depends... Who’s asking?” I answer. Yes! I did not sound afraid. At least I don’t think so. I think I sounded confident and strong. Maybe I should practice sounding more confident so that in the future I can handle situations like these in a better way. God, I am thinking too much, and completely getting distracted by the fact that a murderer is standing in front of me.
“I’m here to talk to you about your family,” he says. As those words leave his mouth I freak out. What is wrong with my family? Are they okay? Oh my god, they are dying somewhere in some freak basement, and the murderer is here to kidnap me as well.
“Are they okay? Where are they? Did you kidnap them? Please don’t kidnap me as well, I haven’t done anything wrong!” I say, voicing the thoughts that are consuming my head.
He looks at me in confusion before a look of realization takes over his face.“I am sure they are quite alright miss. No, I’m here to talk about the family that you are probably not familiar with.” The murderer says. My whole body relaxed. I didn’t even notice that I had tensed up. Thank god my family is okay. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to them. They are all I have. I start thinking about what would happen to me if suddenly I didn’t have my family with me anymore. I shake my head. No, I can’t think like that. They are fine and nothing will happen to them.
“Miss?” Murderer says again, bringing me out of my thoughts. Oh right. He was talking to me.
“I’m sorry what did you say?” I say confessing that I wasn’t really paying attention to him.
As I am looking at him, I can practically see the look in his eyes, telling me that he really wants to roll his eyes at me right now. But he doesn’t. He is getting very impatient. Does he have somewhere else to be? Because if he does, he should just leave me alone. It’s not like I want to be here talking to him in the first place.
“Is your name Nathalie King Reed?” The man asks me again. But as those words leave his mouth, it is my turn to be shocked. How the h*ll did he know my full name? Nobody knows. Not even my school or my best friend knows. This situation is starting to freak me out. How do I handle this? Think Nathalie. Think. I then realize that the man standing in front of me never introduced himself. Judging by his appearance with the neatly ironed suit, and dark grey hair with white, he would know it is only polite to start with introducing his own name.
With a smirk on my face I say: “I’m sorry Mr, I didn’t catch your name. What was it again?” The look on his face tells me that he saw right through my question, considering he never did say what his name was.
“My name is Sir William Bisalion. And you are?” He says. Now with his own smirk. Wow. His accent is very prominent. How did I not notice it before? Well, enough with the games. I am already late, so I need to get home.
“Nathalie King Reed. Now, what do you want from me? Besides telling me about a family that I am not aware of?” I say with a bit of annoyance in my voice. Judging by the look on his face he probably thinks that I forgot about what he said earlier. The whole thing about a family I didn’t know.
“We really should discuss this in a more appropriate environment.” He says, and just as the words leave his mouth a black SUV pulls up beside us.
“I am not going anywhere with you. I have seen enough horror movies to know, that one should never blindly follow a stranger into a creepy car.” I say. I mean the car isn’t creepy. It’s actually quite awesome. It’s very clean, so clean that I can see my own reflection in the car. However, he doesn’t need to know that I like the car.
“It really is quite important that we discuss this matter, Miss King,” he says in an annoyed tone.
Ugh. This man won’t leave me alone. If I run again the car will quickly catch up with me. Damn it!
“Fine. But if it is as important as you say it is, then you will surely agree to meet me in a location of my choosing.” I say very confidently. By the look on his face, he was surprised by my new confidence.
“Very well. As you wish, Miss King. Where should I meet you and at what time?” He asks me.
“2 hours. The local park. There is a bench near the statue of the swans. I will meet you there. And it’s Miss Reed.” I say and quickly turn around and walk away, just praying that he isn’t going to follow me again.
Well, I seriously hope he has something important to say, otherwise, I will be really pissed of that he scared me like that.