WARNING: The rape will be mentioned in this chapter; nothing too graphic will be included. If this is hard or upsetting for anyone please don't read.
Author's Note: Hi, everyone! I'm so sorry for disappearing on you all. I really meant to post this chapter on the Fourth of July, but that never happened and here we are. Lol.
I will tell you all that I already have three chapters planned out after this one. And, hopefully, I will be able to get them written pretty quick for you all. I plan for this story to have many chapters, so please just bear with me. Also, my life may be getting a little busier because of school, but like I said please just bear with me; I promise I won't forget about you all!
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*This one is on the shorter end, but I promise the next one (and the one after that) should be longer!
Song (On Wattpad): Need You by Emanuel
Chapter Twelve: I Miss You
The weeks seemed to fly by once Sylvie got to Fowlerton. It literally felt like she just got there and now she had been there for two weeks. Two weeks. Yep, that was long for her. It was weird considering the last time she had stuck around this long she was engaged to Kyle. But, the even weirder thing for Sylvie was that she was actually enjoying herself.
Yes, you're probably asking how can someone who suffered such a traumatic event go from hardly being able to function to laughing and smiling. But, truthfully, Sylvie wasn't sure how she was really doing it either. The whole ride to Fowlerton Sylvie just kept telling herself that she was going to be okay and that she was going to get through this.
The ride itself to Fowlerton was something Sylvie enjoyed and hated. It gave her time to reflect and think, but it also gave her time to obsess and worry. She was especially worried about what her parents would think. But, they took it as any parent would. For her at least. She wasn't really sure what other parents did when their child told them they had been raped, but her parents took it in stride. They cried, they prayed, and they held Sylvie as tight as she would allow.
David and Carol Brett were both horrified and angry that this had happened to their baby. But, what could they do now? I mean they were both immensely grateful that she had chosen to come home and had told them what happened, but they just felt so helpless. She wasn't the same Sylvie who had called and spoke to them almost every day. She was different. She was a survivor now.
And, being back home for Sylvie seemed to be helping her a lot. Really, it did. She didn't have to be in the apartment where it happened or see everyone's sympathetic looks at the firehouse, though her parents still gave her sad heartfelt looks when they would see her staring off into space.
"Sylvie, dear, your phone has been buzzing upstairs for a couple of minutes now."
Sylve shook her head of the horrendous thoughts that were haunting her before she turned her attention to her mother. "I'm sorry, mom. I wasn't paying attention; what did you say?"
Carol Brett gave her daughter a soft smile and patted her shoulder, "I said your phone's ringing upstairs."
"Oh, thanks. Let me go and see who that is."
Carol nodded and watched her daughter rush up the stairs. She quietly said what felt like her thousandth prayer of the day before she went back into the task of making her famous chocolate pie.
"Hello," Answered Sylvie as she cradled her phone close to her and slid down on the bed.
"Hi, Sylvie. It's Sasha, how are you?"
Sylvie smiled into the phone when she heard Sasha's happy, calming voice. "Ughh, I'm good. How are you?"
"I'm well. Listen, I know you said that you would be out of town for a little while and that I could call anytime, so I just wanted to see if right now was a good time for an update on your case."
Sylvie's heart rate immediately started to accelerate as she listened to Sasha speak. "Ummm...yeah. Now is fine. Thank you."
"Okay, well I know the last time we spoke I told you that my first step was to find out as much as I could about Owen, and then I would bring him in."
"Right." Whispered Sylvie into her phone as she leaned back on her bed and pulled a soft blanket around her shoulders.
"Well, I will go ahead and tell you that I haven't found him yet, but I did find out some helpful information that should help us locate him."
Sylvie's chest kept getting tighter and tighter as she listened to Sasha. "What did you find out?"
"Well, I actually found out that his legal last name is McKinney."
"Mckinney?" Questioned Sylvie as she immediately started racking her brain for anyone she ever knew with the last name Mckinney.
"Yeah, have you ever heard it before?"
"No." Quietly whispered Sylvie.
"Okay, I also found out that unlike what he told you when you first met him, Owen has never worked at Chicago Med and he has never obtained any medical license in the state of Illinois."
Sylvie was shocked. She didn't know what to think of the information she had just been told. "You mean...he lied about everything?"
Sasha let out a stressed sigh before she answered Sylvie's question, "Yeah, Sylvie. I'm sorry to tell you, but it looks that way. I...ugh...I also looked back through the surveillance tapes from your gym and apartment, and it looks like Owen was watching you weeks before your night out with him."
Sylvie gasped and dropped her phone when she heard that.
He'd been watching her? For how long? What if he was still watching her now? Why? Why her? What did he want from her?
"Sylvie, are you still there?"
Sylvie's hands shook as she picked her phone back up and brought it to her ear, "I'm...I'm here. I'm sorry...I just…"
"Sylvie, it's okay. Don't apologize for anything. We're going to find him, okay. You just need to keep the faith."
Tears were gliding down Sylvie's face as she spoke to Sasha. "I will. Thank you for everything."
"We'll talk soon, okay. I'll keep you updated on everything."
"Okay. Thank you, Sasha."
Sasha hung up and Sylvie thought she was going to throw up. How had she missed this? Don't you know when someone is following you and watching you for weeks?
Should she do something? Should she have told Sasha about the phone call? What about Matt? Should she tell him about the call or what Sasha just told her?
Sylvie's trembling thoughts were interrupted by a text alert on her phone.
Hey. I know we spoke earlier this morning when you said you were going to put your phone on charge, but I just wanted to check on you and see how you were. Everyone has been asking about you. xMatt
She smiled as soon as she saw his name on her screen. He had been messaging her every day since she arrived in Fowlerton. He usually texted her every morning when he got up and every night before he went to bed; whether he was on shift or not.
Sylvie stared at the message on her phone and wondered if she should tell anyone what Sasha told her. Why should she worry anyone else? Right? She didn't want Matt or her parents to worry any more than they already were.
It was decided then. She wasn't going to tell anyone until she had to. She just prayed that Owen would quickly be caught.
A couple of minutes slowly ticked by before Sylvie tenderly picked up her phone and typed out a simple three-word text that more meant than it probably ever would to anyone.
I miss you. xSylvie
I know, horrible ending. Lol. But, as I said above, the next chapter (and chapter after that) will be much longer than this one.
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