The One Called Jupiter
Part 8
By Lightning Girl
The woman swaggered down the alley as if she were
drunk. Her clothes looked tattered and torn. They were
probably quite beautiful on her at one point in time.
Her red hair layed loosely and uncombed about her
shoulders.
"Oh my god. What does this mean? Did she mention
any man to anyone?" Serena stared at the sheet of thin
white paper. It didn't seem real. How could one of her
best friends be so troubled?
She got an assortment of no's from everyone.
"She told me of a dream once. Do you remeber how
she ran from us that day?" Raye stared at the front
cover of the green diary.
"Yeah. She apologized the next day though," Ami was
surprised at the turn of the conversation.
"Well, I didn't tell you this, but that night, I
went to her apartment. I wanted to know what was
wrong. I knew all of your suspisions. But I also knew
that none of them were right."
"What do you mean? What happened at her house?"
Serena dropped the book.
"I could just sense that there was something more
to her problems. Something a lot bigger than some
homework or a fake monster. So, I asked her what was
wrong. She told me that she had had a strange dream
and that she needed to work somethings out. Maybe this
man is one of those things, or...." Raye's voice
trailed off.
"Or maybe hes the cause of them," Mina finished her
friend's statement.
"But, who is he?" Darien brought up.
"I only know of two guys she used to talk about,"
Raye put in.
"Yeah, her Uncle and Ken. You don't think that
either of them are this guy in her diary do you?" Mina
asked.
"I doubt it, but maybe they know something we
don't. We need to contact them," Ami had all ready
gotten out her computer.
"Whats her Uncle's name?" Serena picked up the
diary again. But it slipped and fell to the floor. It
landed with a thud and opened to the front cover.
"Keep your dreams alive my niece. You will one day
achieve them, but until you do, keep them in this
journal. Love Always, Uncle Ronny."
"Ronald H. Lindenfield. He is her mother's brother
and the founder of the Lindenfield Bakeries. Those
things are everywhere in America. Thats how he became
so rich," Ami pointed to the information on her
computer screen.
"So, where is he and how can we get ahold of him?"
Darien scanned the screen.
"According to this, he lives in America too. But,
here's the 800 number for the Lindenfield Bakeries
head office," Ami scrolled the screen down just a
little.
"Whos going to call?" Mina walked over to look at
the screen.
"Well, Darien probably should," Ami looked up at
the tall man standing behind her.
"Why me?! I don't know him and you guys know Lita
better than I do!" Darien took a few steps backward.
"Yeah, but which is he more likely to talk to, a
young girl or an official sounding man?" Raye asked.
"You guys just don't want to have to explain to him
why his niece is missing," Darien glared.
"Maybe, but you should still do it," Mina smiled.
"Fine," he grabbed a piece of paper and wrote the
number down. "I'm going home. Might as well try to
call now." Darien walked out of the temple still
angry.
"Now for Ken...."
Darien threw open his apartment door. "How the heck
am I suppose to explain to this man that we can't find
his niece." He sighed as he reached the phone.
He punched the numbers into the phone in a hurry.
Darien wanted to get this over with as quickly as
possible.
"Lindenfield Bakeries, how may help you?" A woman's
nasaly voice came over the phone.
"Yes, I'd like to..."
"Hold please," The woman came over the line before
Darien could finish speaking.
"What in the world?" Darien said as an annoying
jazz rendition of 'Livin La Vida Loca' began to play
threw the speaker.
After a few minutes and way to many jazz renditions
of popular songs, the woman's nasaly voice came over
the line again, "Sorry for your wait sir. Now may I
help you?"
"Yes, I'd like to speak to Mr. Lindenfield," Darien
thanked his lucky stars for the end of the torture.
"I'm sorry sir, he just left. Would you like to
leave a message?"
"Do you know where I can reach him?"
"I'm sorry sir, I can't give you his home number,"
The woman sounded irritated.
"But this is important. Its about his niece, Lita,"
Darien was desparate.
"Well...um....I," Her voice cut out and Darien
could hear muffled voices in the background.
"What about my niece?" An intimidating male voice
came over the line.
"Mr. Lindenfield?" Darien attempted to keep his
voice under control.
"Yes, who are you? Say...you wouldn't be Freddy
would you? She always talked about him," The man
seemed to start talking to himself.
"Uh, no sir. I'm not Freddy. My name is Darien..."
Darien was cut off again.
"Darien? Hmm..that name sounds familiar. New
boyfriend?" the man gave a little chuckle.
"Um, no. I'm just a friend. Anyway, about Lita. Did
she happen to mention any thing that was bothering her
recently?"
"Well, lets see. She mentioned something about a
big project in English. Does that help?"
"No, not really."
"Whats all this about anyway? Is Lita in trouble or
something?" The man's voice filled with concern.
"I'm not sure. She just seems a
little.....distracted. I was just wondering if she
might have mentioned a problem to you. We're just
looking for a way to help."
"Tell her to call me. I want to know whats going on
too," The man didn't make it sound like an order, more
like a request.
"Well, that might be a problem."
"Why?"
"She...well...um," Darien was at a loss.
"Oh, I see. Shes on a phone strike again. Something
must really be wrong. Keep me updated on what is
happening with her. Thank you for calling me."
"Yes sir. I'll call you when we find anything out."
"Talk to you later, Darien."
"Bye," Darien hung up the phone, half relieved that
the conversation was over and half upset because he
learned nothing.
"So Ken, has she said anything to you?" Ami asked
over the phone.
"I called her not to long ago. She seemed really
upset, but she wouldn't tell me what was wrong. Is
Lita all right?" Ken asked.
"We aren't sure. Something is wrong and she
wouldn't...uh, won't tell us what it is. We were
hoping she told you something." Ami sighed.
"I wish I had pushed harder," Ken said more to
himself than to Ami.
"Don't blame yourself Ken. You couldn't have
known."
"I wish that I could talk with you more about this,
but I have a class in 10 minutes." Ken sounded
regretful.
"Ok Ken, we'll keep you posted."
"Thanks, bye," the reciever clicked.
"Nothing, she told him nothing," Ami stared at the phone.
Part 8
By Lightning Girl
The woman swaggered down the alley as if she were
drunk. Her clothes looked tattered and torn. They were
probably quite beautiful on her at one point in time.
Her red hair layed loosely and uncombed about her
shoulders.
"Oh my god. What does this mean? Did she mention
any man to anyone?" Serena stared at the sheet of thin
white paper. It didn't seem real. How could one of her
best friends be so troubled?
She got an assortment of no's from everyone.
"She told me of a dream once. Do you remeber how
she ran from us that day?" Raye stared at the front
cover of the green diary.
"Yeah. She apologized the next day though," Ami was
surprised at the turn of the conversation.
"Well, I didn't tell you this, but that night, I
went to her apartment. I wanted to know what was
wrong. I knew all of your suspisions. But I also knew
that none of them were right."
"What do you mean? What happened at her house?"
Serena dropped the book.
"I could just sense that there was something more
to her problems. Something a lot bigger than some
homework or a fake monster. So, I asked her what was
wrong. She told me that she had had a strange dream
and that she needed to work somethings out. Maybe this
man is one of those things, or...." Raye's voice
trailed off.
"Or maybe hes the cause of them," Mina finished her
friend's statement.
"But, who is he?" Darien brought up.
"I only know of two guys she used to talk about,"
Raye put in.
"Yeah, her Uncle and Ken. You don't think that
either of them are this guy in her diary do you?" Mina
asked.
"I doubt it, but maybe they know something we
don't. We need to contact them," Ami had all ready
gotten out her computer.
"Whats her Uncle's name?" Serena picked up the
diary again. But it slipped and fell to the floor. It
landed with a thud and opened to the front cover.
"Keep your dreams alive my niece. You will one day
achieve them, but until you do, keep them in this
journal. Love Always, Uncle Ronny."
"Ronald H. Lindenfield. He is her mother's brother
and the founder of the Lindenfield Bakeries. Those
things are everywhere in America. Thats how he became
so rich," Ami pointed to the information on her
computer screen.
"So, where is he and how can we get ahold of him?"
Darien scanned the screen.
"According to this, he lives in America too. But,
here's the 800 number for the Lindenfield Bakeries
head office," Ami scrolled the screen down just a
little.
"Whos going to call?" Mina walked over to look at
the screen.
"Well, Darien probably should," Ami looked up at
the tall man standing behind her.
"Why me?! I don't know him and you guys know Lita
better than I do!" Darien took a few steps backward.
"Yeah, but which is he more likely to talk to, a
young girl or an official sounding man?" Raye asked.
"You guys just don't want to have to explain to him
why his niece is missing," Darien glared.
"Maybe, but you should still do it," Mina smiled.
"Fine," he grabbed a piece of paper and wrote the
number down. "I'm going home. Might as well try to
call now." Darien walked out of the temple still
angry.
"Now for Ken...."
Darien threw open his apartment door. "How the heck
am I suppose to explain to this man that we can't find
his niece." He sighed as he reached the phone.
He punched the numbers into the phone in a hurry.
Darien wanted to get this over with as quickly as
possible.
"Lindenfield Bakeries, how may help you?" A woman's
nasaly voice came over the phone.
"Yes, I'd like to..."
"Hold please," The woman came over the line before
Darien could finish speaking.
"What in the world?" Darien said as an annoying
jazz rendition of 'Livin La Vida Loca' began to play
threw the speaker.
After a few minutes and way to many jazz renditions
of popular songs, the woman's nasaly voice came over
the line again, "Sorry for your wait sir. Now may I
help you?"
"Yes, I'd like to speak to Mr. Lindenfield," Darien
thanked his lucky stars for the end of the torture.
"I'm sorry sir, he just left. Would you like to
leave a message?"
"Do you know where I can reach him?"
"I'm sorry sir, I can't give you his home number,"
The woman sounded irritated.
"But this is important. Its about his niece, Lita,"
Darien was desparate.
"Well...um....I," Her voice cut out and Darien
could hear muffled voices in the background.
"What about my niece?" An intimidating male voice
came over the line.
"Mr. Lindenfield?" Darien attempted to keep his
voice under control.
"Yes, who are you? Say...you wouldn't be Freddy
would you? She always talked about him," The man
seemed to start talking to himself.
"Uh, no sir. I'm not Freddy. My name is Darien..."
Darien was cut off again.
"Darien? Hmm..that name sounds familiar. New
boyfriend?" the man gave a little chuckle.
"Um, no. I'm just a friend. Anyway, about Lita. Did
she happen to mention any thing that was bothering her
recently?"
"Well, lets see. She mentioned something about a
big project in English. Does that help?"
"No, not really."
"Whats all this about anyway? Is Lita in trouble or
something?" The man's voice filled with concern.
"I'm not sure. She just seems a
little.....distracted. I was just wondering if she
might have mentioned a problem to you. We're just
looking for a way to help."
"Tell her to call me. I want to know whats going on
too," The man didn't make it sound like an order, more
like a request.
"Well, that might be a problem."
"Why?"
"She...well...um," Darien was at a loss.
"Oh, I see. Shes on a phone strike again. Something
must really be wrong. Keep me updated on what is
happening with her. Thank you for calling me."
"Yes sir. I'll call you when we find anything out."
"Talk to you later, Darien."
"Bye," Darien hung up the phone, half relieved that
the conversation was over and half upset because he
learned nothing.
"So Ken, has she said anything to you?" Ami asked
over the phone.
"I called her not to long ago. She seemed really
upset, but she wouldn't tell me what was wrong. Is
Lita all right?" Ken asked.
"We aren't sure. Something is wrong and she
wouldn't...uh, won't tell us what it is. We were
hoping she told you something." Ami sighed.
"I wish I had pushed harder," Ken said more to
himself than to Ami.
"Don't blame yourself Ken. You couldn't have
known."
"I wish that I could talk with you more about this,
but I have a class in 10 minutes." Ken sounded
regretful.
"Ok Ken, we'll keep you posted."
"Thanks, bye," the reciever clicked.
"Nothing, she told him nothing," Ami stared at the phone.