Never Coming Home
Chapie 3
The Woman that Keeps Being Mentioned but You Still Don't Know Her Name's POV
I woke up, startled, when I heard a loud bang and hit my head on something. I looked up to see it was a ceiling, a very low ceiling, in the shape of stairs.....was I in a crawl space under a staircase? It seems so.
The loud bang came again, this time louder and more persistent. I then heard shouting. A man shouting. I could make it out as "JUST A MOMENT, GOSH!!" I concluded that the loud banging was in fact, someone knocking at the door.
Footsteps drew near the crawl space I was shoved in and stopped in front of the hatch. Then came two knocks and the man speaking again. "Eh, you in there, if you're awake then just hush for a minute." The knocking at the door came again. "FOR PETE'S SAKE DONT YOU LISTEN, I SAID I'M COMING!!" The man screamed as the footsteps verged away from the hatch, to what I suppose was, the front door. I heard a door opening and put my ear to the hatch to see if I could hear any conversation.
"Hello, sir. My lover, she went out to pick up milk and must've gotten lost, hehe, the silly girl, I was wondering if you seen her around anywhere?" A voice came, different from the man who recently spoke to me. I would recognize this voice anywhere. The voice I ran away from.
My heartbeat quickened as I waited for the other man's reply. "I haven't seen anybody here that looks like they need to get back somewhere. Certainly not anybody who looks lost and is carrying milk." The man replied. Oh thank The Lord.
"Are you positive sir? She had blonde hair, probably wasn't wearing a coat-" then I heard a door slamming, interrupting my former "lover" if he would even be called one. Never would he considering marrying me. And so we called ourselves lovers. He certainly wasn't loving at all, that's for sure. Ironic, an unloving lover.
A heard a a knob turn and looked over to see the hatch being opened. The nameless man stood in the frame of it staring at me. I stared right back at him. "What?" I asked, breaking the silence. He raised one eyebrow.
"You do realize the hatch was open the entire time," he told me "anyway, I think we should talk." I stepped out of the crawl space and followed him into a living room, and sat on the couch across from him.
"Gerard." He said. I looked at him with a confused expression. "Sorry, what?" I asked. He chuckled. "My name. It's Gerard, what's yours?" He questioned. "Lucia" I told him simply. *whoop whoop she has a name* He nodded his head.
"Well, Lucia, welcome to Belleville." He said. I looked down at my lap muttering a quick thanks. "Uh, thanks by the way," I started "for not telling Bob I was here." Gerard looked at me confused. "Bob?" He asked. I nodded my head. "Bob Bryar, the man at the door earlier." Realization crossed Gerard's face.
He opened his mouth, about to speak, but quickly shut it. After a few moments of silence, Gerard spoke up. "The man at the door, Bob, it was evident you were hiding from him....why?" He questioned. "Domestic troubles. I had to get away, though I'm not sure where to go." I told him truthfully. "Well, ya know," he replied "I'm looking for a new maid....how are you with household chores?" I raised my eyebrows at him. "Pretty decent, why are you asking?" I questioned.
He took a set of keys out of his pocket. "I mean, if you want the job, the basement is yours." He explained, twirling the keys around his finger. "Heck yes." I replied instantly. With that, he smiled and tossed me the keys.
