I Left My Heart In Cafe Craeneburg

As we were walking it begun to rain great, big, heavy drops slamming against the pavement. The angry grey clouds covered the visible horizon casting a dull shadow on everything.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked struggling to keep up with his long brisk strides as he carted me along behind him by my wrist. He was gripping on so tightly that I felt my veins start to pulsate slightly from the pressure and the beginnings of pins and needles started to dance up and down my arm. I didn’t care about the rain seeping into my skin. I didn’t even care about the cold. I cared about getting back to Jace and finding answers.

“To a place where you’ll never be seen again” He replied coldly. Well for a kidnapping that’s probably going to end in my being killed, it’s going pretty well so far. I mean, where are the ropes, the blindfold or the armoured van with brutal men inside? I guess I’d watched too many episodes of Fringe. Or maybe he didn’t want to make a scene to raise suspicions. That smooth, animal like grace was still there making every movement fluid, which was exactly the opposite of what he used to be like. Before, he walked clumsily, easily tripping over which was ironic really. It was a wonder how he ever managed to catch me. Somehow I could never truly evade him; he would always find me. It was disconcerting that I couldn’t even get away from a gawky adolescent. So I defiantly knew I’d never escape him now. Either he’d taken ballet lessons or turned into some sort of supernatural being. I was vying for the former option; supernatural beings didn’t exist. That was like saying that the page three girls didn’t have huge boobs.

“That really doesn’t help” I bit back not caring what he did to me as punishment.

“So?” He asked his face still pointing forward so I couldn’t see his expression.

“Well don’t you think that deserve to know? I willingly came with you” I pointed out feeling annoyed with him.

“Listen here, girly, and listen carefully” He stopped and turned to face me, his face hard. I gulped. “Don’t talk, don’t ask questions. Don’t do anything. No matter how much you ask me, I will not answer you. So stop.” He almost growled at me. I felt two inches tall at that moment- he was like Sam from Twilight, he was filled with control.

“Or what?” I challenged. My dad had always told me to challenge everything but now I regretted listening to him. Fighting would only get me killed...but I’d rather go down fighting.

“What I’ve planned will be very very painful” He replied making me terrified.

“What do you have planned?” I gulped, possible scenarios flashed in my mind.

He gave a throaty laugh. “Well nothing what you’re imagining.” He said with a smirk. Of course he couldn’t actually read my mind but it was a chilling thought. But if he knew what I was imagining, then I was at least glad I could cross rape or murder off of my mental list. And what happened to the ‘No matter how much you ask me, I will not answer you.’? Oh well, I needed answers. Why was he back? What did he want with me? I refused that this was a chance meeting. Nobody knew that I were here apart from family so that meant that he had to have been following me. Taylor wouldn’t stoop that low and Jordan and Lacey wouldn’t tell either; nobody knew that I was their foster kid. I needed to have some semblance over the situation; I didn’t like being kept in the dark. When I was younger, my parents would be in cahoots all the time just to annoy me. They are- were- like kids most of the time.

Whic brought me back to my original thought: If he had been following me, like some obsessed stalker, I would have noticed.

“Who’s making you do this?” I asked. He turned around to face me just as lightning stroke and that’s when I saw his face properly for the first time. I couldn’t believe it. How did I not notice who he was? The first time I saw him properly it was dark, the second time it was sunny then rainy. But he stood in the shadows earlier. Of course I wouldn’t have recognised him before.

“Charlie?” I asked.