Chapter 18:
Watchpost
Trish held me for a while letting me cry on
her shoulder as if I was a little boy. She was great for things like that. She
has been my assistant for so long that she had crossed over from being a worker
to a friend. I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling while Trish checked her
messages.
"Kevin called and said he was on his way
over to talk to you. He wants me to call him first to let him know if I have
heard from you. What should I tell him?"
That was a good question. I thought about
maybe having her say I had left to go back home but he wouldn't believe that so
I just told her to tell him not to bother coming out because I'm fine.
She was afraid to leave me alone but after convincing her that I would be okay
she left. I was alone with my thoughts. A place I didn't enjoy being. I laid
down on the bed staring up at the ceiling trying to will myself to fall asleep.
Should I even answer the door when Kevin comes? If Kevin comes. I sat up and
sighed knowing sleep wasn't on the agenda. I made my way over to the fridge
realizing I hadn't eaten anything yet. I suddenly felt ravenous but the only
thing in the hotel fridge was junk. I was trying my best to stay away from that
stuff so I closed the fridge and instead picked up the room service menu. I
made a call down to the front desk for a Chicken Caesar salad and an iced tea.
Good boy Nick..even in times of whoa, you are eating healthier. Yey me! I then
went back to the fridge, picked up a thing of brownies and sank my teeth into
them. Ah well, so much for that.
Just then, it had occurred to me that I never finished investigating the latest
article I had received from my stalker. I ran over to my dresser and took out
the newspaper article. this was a little different because there was only one
sheet of paper as opposed to two. There was also no gift this time. I looked at
the paper and before reading the letter I scanned the articles to see if there
was another missing person. Sure enough there was.
Reporter for Local News Station Missing:
Police reports came in earlier this weekthat Robin Abraham 24, had been missing
for a little over two weeks. The family of Mr. Abraham reportedly told the
detective in charge of the case,that their son had been working on a story that
had Robin
afraid for his life. Foul play is suspected.The Abraham's are offering a reward
for any information that can lead the police on the right track
There was a picture next to the article of a man about my height and build. He
looked so happy in the picture. Poor guy. It made me sick to know that he along
with all the others before him probably turned up dead a year after this
picture was posted. I threw the rest of my brownie away and just stared at
Robin again. I wonder if it was painless for him. I wonder if he got articles
about other guys in the mail before he was taken. I wonder if someone will get
an article about me...
I refused to let my mind go down that road and choose to turn the article over
and read the letter instead. Like I said earlier, it was eginning to make a
little more sense but to say that I totally understood it would be a gross
understatement. It still wasn't making much sense to me at all.
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the stones and made a memorial pillar. Just like the pile of stones that Laban
was talking about, Just like the pile of stones that will surround you. We must
also make an agreement. That which is hard makes us stronger. It won't be long
now which is too bad because I've enjoyed watching you squirm and wonder what
is next well, life is going to get more interesting for you my young friend. I
hope you can handle it. I always get what I want and I want you!
Mizpah, Nick
p.s. My father always said that when you die, if you've had five real friends
then you've had a great life! - Lee Iacocca Have you had a great life my
young friend?
There were angels drawn all over this side of the paper and a triangle filled
with circles was in the bottom corner. Stones I thought to myself.
KNOCK KNOCK
Holy shit! When the rapping at the door happened I felt my heart beat so fast
it hurt my head. I need to stop psyching myself out! I said as I made my way to
the door. I had completely forgotten that I had ordered room service. When I
got right beside the door, the thought that it could possibly be Kevin made me
remain silent until I heard the guy actually say "Room service" I
opened up the door gave the guy a generous tip and sat at the table. Despite my
squirming stomach I actually finished up the salad pretty quickly. I was
finishing up my iced tea when I started to see writing at the bottom of the
glass. Not having enough patience to finish sipping I emptied the contents of
the glass onto the table so I could make out what was written underneath the
liquid.
It was one little word written over and over again......Watchpost
What the hell is that supposed to mean? Watchpost? I don't get it. I don't get
it!!!! What the hell are you trying to tell me Dammit!!! I found myself yelling
at the glass until I was so frustrated that I threw it across the floor. It
shattered into a million pieces on the floor. Okay breath Nick, you are being
ridiculous. I took a few deep breaths and decided to clean up my mess. I went
into the bathroom and grabbed some toilet paper to clean the tea off of the
table before carefully collecting the glass shards and placing them in the
trash. I felt a little better now.
I still couldn't figure out what a Watchpost was or what it meant. The quote
that was at the bottom of my letter hit home though. Have I had a good life? I
would like to think so. I have been blessed but if the definition of true
happiness was five good friends then maybe not. Maybe Watchpost had something
to do with the guys. Maybe it meant that this guy could tell that my friends
weren't looking out for me. Great even raging lunatics could tell that we were
fighting!!!
I picked up the paper again to see if there was a date anywhere on it and just
as I had expected, the year was 1994. It didn't mention where this abduction
had happened but my guess was it was in a different location from the others.
My cellphone rang once again and this time I thought I'd be brave and just
answer it. I couldn't hide from the guys forever.
"Hello?" silence all too familiar now. I felt frustrated, angry and
like I said, brave so I kept going "All right, cut the crap, I know it's
you so what do you want from me? Get to the fucking point because I'm tired of
playing games!"
"Nick?" Oh Jesus Christ you've got
to be kidding me. Just then he heard Brian's voice again. "Nick is
everything all right? hello?"
"Oh hi Bri, look I'm fine but I don't
feel like talking right now. Call me later if you want. I'm done sparing for
the day." I hung up on him and once again let my anger get the best of me
by throwing my cellphone against the wall.
I'm tired of this shit!!!! I screamed so loud I actually heard the boom of my
voice echoing off the walls.
"Nick! Are you all right in there, let me in it's Kev!!!" i just have
the best timing in the world I thought while Kevin continued to frantically
knock on the door.
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