Without a doubt, this chapter is probably the darkest piece I have ever written, in both theme and what transpires. It may be rough to those of you used to some of my other works but just bear with it...the ride will be worth it. Please send me feedback on this chapter and all chapters of the series. Without your feedback, I have no clue as to whether or not I'm pleasing my readers. Thanks, and enjoy the chapter.
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This is Part 8 of an ongoing series.
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Whoever is unjust let him be unjust to
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around
- Johnny Cash
RACHAEL'S STORY:
Despite Alex's best advice, I couldn't really sleep that night. I felt somewhat comforted by the fact that he was coming back - to the US at least - immediately, but even with him on American soil I still felt troubled by the whole thing. My paranoia had gone down somewhat since that first night, but now whenever I thought about what all this meant, I still felt a surge of fear rush through me.
After tossing and turning for a few more hours, I got up around 10 and began my usual morning routine, hoping it would help me get prepared for the day ahead. I really didn't look forward to going to see Gordon Hapsboro in the flesh, but as Alex had said, it was very important that it get done. I changed into a t-shirt and some gym shorts and then went down to the workout room in my house. Doing a few light cardio exercises and a couple of weighted leg lifts, I returned upstairs and took a shower. I was going to fix myself something to eat, but as the growing apprehension began to creep into my psyche more and more, and my stomach began to turn knots a bit, I decided food would not be the best thing for me.
Ok Rachael, just do this thing, I thought to myself.
Making myself comfortable, I took out my address book of names of stars and started going through alphabetically. The first number was Katherine Heigl's.
Picking up the phone, I listened to the dial-tone for a long moment before taking a deep breath and dialing the number. With each successive ring, I found myself growing more and more nervous, my heart thudding in my chest. It was true. After 10 rings or so and no one answering, I put the receiver down and with a trembling hand, paged over to Mila Kunis' number.
Again, no one was there. That made sense, since both of them had left together - if something was up, they were both in trouble. But what about Jamie Pressly? She was there that night too and after the fight that ensued between her and Alex, I still couldn't quite get over the idea that she might be involved as well. There was just something about the way that she was acting that stuck out in my mind.
I debated about calling her home to see if she was there, but then I realized that if she WAS involved, she could easily trace me back to my house (I didn't give my number to many people). Realizing this, I instead decided I would do the next best thing: scope her house out in person.
Grabbing my keys, I was on the highway in no time towards her small mansion on the outset of LA. As I exited and made my way down her street, I saw a car pull out quickly from what appeared to be her house. Someone was there! Keeping my distance, I waited for a few seconds before slowly starting to follow the green Porsche, its top down and two heads clearly visible.
I let one car get between us but then began to follow the car at a normal rate. At a stoplight, I rolled down my window and looked out. I could definetely make out a blonde head of hair behind the driver's wheel. The light changed and I quickly ducked back in the car - it was her alright, but where was she going?
Heading for the freeway, I decided to follow her. I felt nervous and excited at the same time, wondering what she was up to and why she hadn't been kidnapped or worse like Charlie and Katherine and Mila. Perhaps she really WAS in on it.
I put three car lengths between us as she cruised down the interstate, going at a pretty steady clip for a few miles. When she put her turn signal on, I resisted the immediate urge to do the same, waiting for a few seconds before following her lead and getting off the freeway.
We were in a residential neighborhood almost immediately of apartment's and small homes. The houses were actually fairly nice (by LA standards any way) and Jamie's car did not look TOO out of place as it crusied the quiet streets. Keeping my distance, I watched as her car pulled to the curb and stopped in front of a complex. I hit my breaks and held my breath, waiting. I was thankful that the slight curve in the road hid me from plain sight.
From that distance, I saw Jamie get out of the car, followed by her passenger (another blonde) as they walked towards the complex. They were fairly close to each other and were obviously saying something given the way that their bodies were moving, but I couldn't even hope to make it out. When they vanished behind a gate leading to the complex, and thus out of sight, I inched my car forward a bit and stopped at the curb as well, about 100 feet from where they had parked.
Getting out of the car slowly, careful not to slam the door, I took a few cautious steps towards where I had seen them enter. This neighborhood looked familiar to me, and yet I couldn't place why. Glancing up at the sky, I noticed that it looked dark and forboding. The clouds were an ugly, bruised gray and it looked like they could break at any time. A strong wind had also picked up, which was especially unusual for a California day like today.
As I drew closer, I suddenly remembered that this was Katherine's neighborhood! Yes, there is the odd shaped bushes she had told me about once at a party...and over there was the sound of the noisy dog she had complained about at great length. Even though I had never been there, it fit her description perfectly. A thought struck me then, as to why Jamie was in Katherine's neighborhood - perhaps she really WAS involved in this thing, for what other reason would she have to go to her house in the middle of the day? My heart thudded in my chest as I approached the gate to Katherine's complex. Peaking my head around the fence post, I could just make out Jamie and another blonde standing there, knocking on the door of what I presume had to be Katherine's apartment.
But then, if she was involved, why would she be knocking? I puzzled over this for a moment, but unfortunately it was a moment too long. Jamie's companion happened to look my direction and her eyes found me immediately. She raised her hand and pointed at me and now Jamie looked too. I froze with fear as they both began to run down the stairs and towards me. My mind panicked as I tried to think of what to do. I had been seen, but would running do any good? It certainly would look silly if they were just trying to help like I was...but then again, NOT running could be a dangerous mistake.
After a moment's pause, in which both women drew much closer to me than I would have liked, my legs finally began to work again and I bolted, running as fast as I could towards my car, which now seemed like it was miles away. The strong wind howling in my ears and my hair blowing wildly around my face, I heard the gate open with a crash and knew that they were right behind me almost now. Though all this seemed to happen in slow motion, it really only took a couple of seconds for me to reach my car. As I came to a thudding stop, pushing myself against it, the force of the impact made my keys fall from my hand and skid underneath my car.
