A/N: Sorry for leaving you'z hanging at the end of Chap 10, it was a bit mean, but I had to do it lol. Thanks again to peoplz who have been reviewing!
Chapter 11- DisconnectedWhen Lily awoke she was greeted by darkness. Her breathing became rapid and she could heart her heart beating erratically in her chest. Then it came back to her. She remembered the men at her house, her last memory of being knocked to the floor. No wait; there was something else. She tried to ignore the pain in her head and the dryness in her throat and forced herself to concentrate. Then she remembered. She had heard the telephone ringing. It hadn't exactly registered with her earlier; her mind had been more worried about making it out of her house. She remembered hearing the answering machine clicking in after she was knocked to the floor. She heard the message replay in her head. She knew that voice. Whose was it?
Her head hurt and when she tried to move sharp pains spread down her back and arms. She had to get into a better position. Maybe then she would be able to think clearly. She was lying on her side, her wrists bound behind her back and her ankles bound also. Slowly she tried to sit up, moving upwards sideways slowly. A wave of dizziness washed over her and she layback down; feeling like she was going to be sick. Her right arm was tingling with pins and needles and seemingly glad of the few seconds it had been without the weight of her body. She took a few deep breaths and then tried again. Once again she tried to sit up and this time succeeded. She took deep breaths to steady herself before moving her legs around so that they were in front of her. She reached out behind her as far as she was able and her fingertips grazed what felt like a wall. She was relieved that if she leant against it she wouldn't have to support herself any longer; she slid backwards until she could lean on it. She fell against it and gave her body time to adjust before she tried concentrating again. The voice on the answering machine. She thought it over in her head and replaying the message to herself-
'Lily… are you there? Please pick up Lily we need to talk…'Then it cut off. But why? She closed her eyes and visualised what had happened. The second guy had knocked her to the floor. That's it! She had it. The first guy had then come stumbling out of the hallway; heard the message and pulled the phone line from the wall.
She replayed the message again-
'Lily… are you there? Please pick up Lily we need to talk…'
Tears welled up in her eyes as her brain finally recognized the voice. Scotty. The thought of him calmed her incredibly. Then she realised that he probably thought she had been ignoring him all night. The usual optimism that powered Lily Rush to do what she did everyday, to face the world's horrors was fading. She felt so hopeless and so alone. She began thinking about her situation. She knew her hands and feet were tied together with what she thought was duct tape. She realised she had nothing covering her mouth which lead her to assume that either the people who had taken her were either extremely stupid or she was somewhere where no one could hear her scream. Lily hoped it was the former but she doubted it. She also had no idea where she was, the room was really dark and she couldn't see a thing.
What did these people want from her? Whatever it was they could forget about it. She had once been told that her stubbornness would be the death of her, and with each passing day it seemed like that person was pretty close to the truth. She would rather die than let these guys think that they could scare her into anything. Suddenly she heard footsteps and the creaking of floorboards. She heard a key turn in a lock and the twisting of a doorknob. The door swung open and light flooded the room. She couldn't see anything; the brightness of the light had temporarily blinded her. But she could make out a human form in the doorway. And it was coming towards her.
Scotty paced up and down the break room. Dammit it was ten thirty. Where the hell was Lily? She should have been in ages ago. This wasn't like her at all. Well of course she had been late before, everyone had at some point. She had never been this late. He couldn't help but wonder whether it had something to do with what had happened last night. Which by the way, he was no closer to understanding. He had tried to ring her several times but her house phone was disconnected (still) and she wasn't answering her mobile.
When there hadn't been any word by 12 he decided to go to her place. He knew she kept a spare key in her desk drawer and he searched through her draw until he found it taped in the back of the draw. He told Stillman where he was going and set off.
He arrived at her house and went straight to her front door. He knocked and waited. He called out her name a couple of times before deciding just to go ahead and use the key. He was frantic with worry now and what he saw before him only freaked him out more. He walked inside careful not to touch anything. He saw a folded cloth lying on the floor not far from the door. He saw glass on the floor with a small pool of blood near it. He walked over to the phone where the message light was flashing. Looking down behind the phone table he noticed that the phone line had been pulled out of the wall. Over on the wall near were the white cloth was lying he noticed a small about of blood spattered on the wall. He bent down to have a closer look at the cloth on the floor and noticed a broken fingernail on the floor. It had blood smeared on top of it. He took a deep breath and then searched the rest of the apartment. He found her cell phone with missed calls, all from him. He found her wallet and house keys as well, but there was no trace of her anywhere. He looked in her cupboards and draws, thinking that maybe she had just run away or something. It wouldn't be liked her to run away from something she was afraid of, bury it maybe, but not run away from it.
He walked out of the house and sat down on the steps. He pulled out his phone and dialled Stillman, deciding to fill him in before calling in forensics. He felt like being sick, but then it was more than that. Something had happened to her and he damn well intended to find out what.
