Hey everyone! Here's Chapter 9...and...the other woman! Enjoy
Sydney woke up, stretching and yawning. She stood up and looked out the window. She looked back to the bed. He was still sleeping. A smile crept onto her face. She took some clothes out of the dresser and changed. Then she walked downstairs and into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and took out a container of orange juice. When she turned to the counter, a woman was there, staring at her.
Sydney quietly panicked. Who is she? Why is she here? Then she remembered. Oh my god...it's Mom. Calmly she set the juice on the counter. "Mom-" She started.
"Sydney you shouldn't be here. Not now." Irina said firmly.
"Me?" Sydney yelled. "What are you doing here?"
There were footsteps. Sark ran into the kitchen but didn't look at her. "Go." Was all he said to her mother.
He nodded toward the door then followed Irina out of the kitchen. She could hear them arguing. Leaning down on the counter, she rubbed her temples. She glanced a look at the microwave clock. Eleven thirty was displayed in small, green numbers. Four hours. The the arguing stopped and Sark came back into the kitchen.
She smiled at him but he didn't smile back. Instead, he led her to the window. She saw the lawn. She saw the swing set. The swing set. She had to get out. She knew she had to get out of the house. Sydney threw his hands off of her.
"Sydney," Sark tried to calm her down. But she turned and ran to the door. "Syd wait!"
She was running out the door by then but skidded to a halt and grabbed her purse off the small table just inside. Fumbling to get the keys out, she opened the garage and unlocked the car. She started it up and backed out of the driveway. She accelerated hard. A man waved at her but she drove right past him. She drove past all the houses with their flowers and lawn decorations. She drove away from him.
Sydney looked in her rear view mirror to see tears slowly falling down. She angrily wiped them away and kept driving. The long hill stretched out before her. She clenched her teeth and resisted the urge to coast all the way down. To end it all. Tears blurred her vision.
"Stop it! Stop crying!" She yelled, but the tears wouldn't stop coming. A car blared its horn. Sydney gasped and slammed on her brakes. Her car screeched to a halt and her head sank to the steering wheel as she let out a short, sharp breath. Another horn blared from behind. Her head snapped up and she started to drive again. When she neared the bottom of the hill she crossed a bridge and continued down another hill.
Which way to turn? Right. Sydney's thoughts were racing as she merged into traffic. What was she doing there? What did he say to her? Why? Why? The clock on the dashboard said twelve fifteen. She looked to the left. A carnival. She smiled bigger than she had in what felt like a long time. Her stomach rumbled. With one hand she rifled through her purse but there was no money. She kept driving.
She was putting on lip gloss when she noticed a man driving behind her. For some reason it felt wrong. But she kept driving. She kept driving. Then she pulled a sharp right and drove up a block then turned left and kept driving. She looked in the rear view mirror again. The man was still following her. Now she was afraid. She turn a hard left and kept driving until she saw a parking garage and quickly pulled into it. She drove all the way to the top and parked between two cars and waited. No man in a car.
She got out of the car and waited again. She carefully looked around then walked to the elevator. She was about to press the down button but jerked her finger back. Which way to go? Stairs or elevator? Stairs. She walked to the stairs and headed down to the sidewalk. She had reached the second floor when she saw the man. For one split second she stared at him. There was no mistake. He was there for her. Sydney ran back up the stairs, all the time knowing he was right behind her. No. No. No. She sprinted for the car. Black.