March 22, 2009
The rain never bothered him, he was open minded, aware of the fact that it only watered the earth. Even if the roads were slick and windshield was a drenched mess. Barry watched as the windshield wipers swayed back and forth, keeping his stare onto the dark roads. The roads were clear of vehicles, as it were 11:00 p.m. (23:00) and most of the town was sleeping.
Taking a sharp right into the gravel driveway, he grabbed the medium cheese pizza with the recipt with one hand, and a umbrella with the other. His door opened, he rested the box on his lap while half way out the car, opening the umbrella, he made his way out, slamming the 1997 Lincoln door, walking to the front entrance only to see a note taped to the door.
[They're sleeping, enter quietly, the cash is on the table.]
This only frustrated Barry, it was already late, he let down his umbrella, laying it next to the door and entered the house, profusely wiping his feet on the welcome mat. There wasn't much furniture, just a basic lounge chair and a wooden coffee table, holding cash on top of it. Barry set the pizza down, counting the cash. A dollar short. Barry really couldn't afford to make up for that dollar, he relunctantly cleared his throat in beginning of speech.
"Hello? It's the delivery man... You're a dollar short, sorry to wake anyone," he called. He heard a muffled voice, he attempted to follow the voice, which eventually led him to a basement. Barry took the small flashlight he had attached to his lanyard and shined it down, travelling down the stone steps, he saw her, tied to a pole, he quickly retrieved his flip phone and dialed 911 and told them the situation. Barry untied the woman, she looked pale, weak, and tired.
"Thank you," she told him, with much sincere in her tone.
"Come on, the police are on the way." He slipped his arms under the woman, picking her up and jogging back upstairs, outside, and brought her to his car, seating her in the passenger seat until the police arrived, he locked the doors incase they met the person who did this to her.
"Who are you? How long were you down there?" Barry began his series of questions.
"My name is Caitlin, I was down there for about a day and a half, thank you, so much for saving me, what's your name?" The woman replied, her tone was weak, groggily, almost scary.
"I'm Barry, did you see whoever did this to you?"
"No... I was out delivering pizzas and, there was one here, there was a note saying--."
"They were asleep?" Caitlin's face turned pale, so did his, Barry's blood ran cold and then, a bright shine and a loud beating on the window caused the two to jump out of their skin, it was just a police officer. Barry unlocked the car doors and opened the door.
"She's very weak, she needs a hospital." Barry told the officer.
"Don't worry, the ambulance is on the way, you did great, kid, you saved her life." The feeling of safeness washed over the two, he looked back at Caitlin, seeing that she had curled up, leaning against the window and fell asleep, Barry had risen the console, scooted over and let her lean against him. The police allowed them to do this until the ambulance got there, then they would question them. He warmed her, keeping both arms around her, he was happy to save a life, he wrote his number down on the receipt he still had and gently put it in her pocket as the ambulance came.
He was questioned and sent home. It was around 2:00 a.m. before he got home to be greeted by Iris and Joe, who had been caught up on what had happened.
"Barry, you did amazing," Joe told him, resting his hand on Barry's shoulder.
"Great work, Barry," Iris praised him.
"Thank you guys, she was really brave throughout it." Barry smiled, he felt proud of himself for finding her, she probably thought she wasn't ever getting out of there.
The Next Day... March 23, 2009Barry awakened to his phone ringing that was on the night stand, he grabbed it and answered the call.
"Hello?" He questions, voice deep with sleep.
"Is this Barry? The man who saved me yesterday?" Caitlin questions over the line, hearing the familiar voice, Barry sat up in the bed.
"Hey, Caitlin, yeah, it is, what hospital room are you in? Are you feeling better?" He heard a joyous giggle, which made him smile.
"Third floor, second room to the left, and I'm fine, just needed rest, food, and water, I wanted to say, thanks again, you really did save my life."
"I'll be up there in a few, and anytime, I'm just glad you're okay."
"See you soon, then." The phones hung up, he grabbed his car keys from atop the nightstand and got dressed quickly, applying for deodorant and running downstairs. Joe and Iris was puzzled to see the man running so quick.
"I'll be back later, I'm going to go see the girl I saved," he said as he placed his jacket over his shoulders.
"Be careful," Joe warned.
"Will do," he answered as he exited the house.