[Umm…Yeah. So. Starting a new Fic is probably the worst thing I could do seeing as I barely have time to update the other two. But I just can't seem to help myself. Sorry. A bit of a darker one for me. It's rated T for a reason, and I may change it to M. I don't want to give too much away, but it's going to be a lot darker than my other two stories.]
I swear I won't let him keep us here.
Missing.
The word was whirling around Michelle's head, making it ache, making the room spin.
"They'll find her, I promise."
"Really? Would you mind using your sudden physic powers to tell me where the flaming hell he's taken her?" Michelle snapped shrugging Maria's comforting hand from her shoulder. She hadn't meant to snap like that, but she was so naïve. Maybe she believed everything the coppers had tried to blur the sharp corners with. Their reassurances might have given Maria peace of mind, but Michelle couldn't stop shaking. She was angry and she was worried and she wanted to find her.
Three days earlier.
Michelle had just finished her lunch. She was heading back to the factory with Sean. They were laughing and joking, making plans to meet up after work for a drink.
"I don't know what to wear. You run out of clothes so easily don't you? I'm thinking about going to traf-" Sean gasped loudly, stopping mid sentence as he took in the surroundings. The factory was a state! The machines had been tipped over, the office window was cracked, Carla's desk was on its side and papers were scattered about the office.
"Carla?" Michelle called out, a stinging panic spreading through her body.
"Mrs Connor? Mr Foster?" Sean frowned and started looking around as if suddenly expecting one of them to appear.
"Her phone's still here." Michelle picked up the expensive iPhone from the floor, surveying its cracked screen. It was blank and clearly broken, though Michelle tried to turn it on anyway.
"I didn't see Mr Foster's car outside, did you?" Sean asked, having followed Michelle through into the office. She shook her head, taking a deep breath as she tried to think.
"She never goes anywhere without her phone, I don't underst-"
"Michelle!" Sean cried, his eyes wide and filled with horror. He was standing at the other side of her upturned desk, his gaze fixed on the floor.
Michelle dashed over to him, letting out a little cry herself. She placed her hand over her mouth as she felt the bile rise in her throat, her vision blurring as her eyes started to fill with tears. There was blood on the floor, half dried, still sticky and four streaks extending from the puddle. Finger marks. There'd been one hell of a struggle.
"Phone the police."
Since making the discovery, it had been clear that Frank had had something to do with this. He was nowhere to be found. His car had gone and his house was empty. She was officially missing and the information had rocked the street. Michelle had left the pub, because she couldn't bear to listen to Beth's heartless speculations. Anymore from her and Michelle swore she'd have hit her. She'd gone to the Bistro instead, where she'd met a sympathetic Nick who'd shown her over to the table Maria was sat at.
"Michelle I know you're worried-"
"I'm absolutely terrified" Michelle whispered, unable to stop her eyes misting over once more. "I just want her back."
"Yeah you and me both" Maria sighed, taking a long drink from her glass.
Michelle's blood ran cold everytime she thought about where Carla could be. When she thought about the blood and the sick things Frank could be capable of. She can't remember the last time she slept and hadn't been woken up by a terrifying nightmare, crying and wishing that the person she longed for the most was safely snuggled up beside her.
"They're not at the house and their passports are still here so where could he have taken her?"
Michelle stood up suddenly, her eyes dark and determined.
"I don't know, but I'm going to find her." She vowed.
[Sorry it's only short, I just really want to get on with writing the better parts!]
