Chapter 2 Second Counseling
On the way here today, an ambulance roared from behind me at an absolute speed of 160 kilometers per hour, and I almost had a heart attack.I hate sirens.I've been freaking shit out lately when I hear a siren, and even a chihuahua is probably calmer than me.Even if I wasn't intimidated, the sound of sirens brought back family memories.I'd rather be scared to have a heart attack.
Don't rush to rub your hands.I have an aversion to ambulances, what's behind it?Don't rush into a comprehensive analysis.There is a big pile of vicissitudes in my family's history, and I can't dig it all at once. I hope the round shovel you brought is big enough.
When I was twelve, my older sister Daisy went to practice skating, and my dad picked her up from the rink.During that time, my mother was obsessed with French food, cooking French onion soup while waiting for my father and daughter to come home.My mother only has a three-minute passion for all kinds of exotic food.Whenever I reminisce about my childhood, the smell and taste of foreign food and drink will cover the whole scene, so whether I dare to eat a certain dish now is determined by my mother's craftsmanship back then.I'm afraid to touch French onion soup, it makes me sick to smell it.
As I was sitting at home watching TV that night, a series of sirens coming and going made me turn up the volume on the TV.I found out later that the people the ambulance was rushing to pick up were my sister and my father.
Dad had picked up Daisy that day, and on his way home he had parked at the corner store, done his shopping, and pulled into the intersection.
Some DUI bastard ran a red light, hit my dad's car head-on, and smashed our station wagon into a crumpled mess of tissue paper.In the years that followed, I kept speculating that if I hadn't begged Dad to buy ice cream for a snack, he and his sister might still be alive today.The only way I could get through those days was to try to think that their deaths were the worst things that happened to me in my life.wrong.
A shot in the thigh, and before I passed out, I only remember two things: the rough feel of the blanket under my face, and the faint smell of perfume.
When I woke up, I wondered why my big dog wasn't with me.When I opened my eyes, I saw the white pillowcase.My pillow case is yellow.
I sat up suddenly, the movement was too fast, my eyes were dark, I almost fainted, my head was dizzy, and I really wanted to vomit.I opened my eyes wide and stretched my ears to absorb every sound, scanning my surroundings.I am in a small wooden house with an area of about 16 square meters, and I can see most of the house from my bed.I was relieved that the bad guy was gone, but only for a few seconds.Where would he be if he wasn't here?
I can see part of the kitchen.There is a wood stove in front of me, and there is a door to the left of the stove.Intuitively, it's nighttime now, but I'm not sure.The two windows to the right of the bed were shuttered or boarded up.There were two lights on the ceiling and another on the wall next to the bed.Immediately, I was so impulsive that I wanted to run into the kitchen, looking for something that could be used as a weapon, but unfortunately the residual poison of the ecstasy injection he injected was still there.When I got out of bed, my legs turned into jelly, and I collapsed directly on the floor.
I lay in place for a few minutes, then crawled forward.Most drawers and cupboards have locks, even the refrigerator.I slumped on the countertop and rummaged through the one drawer I could open, but couldn't find a more lethal weapon than the tea towel.I took a few deep breaths, looking for clues as much as I could to figure out what this place was.
My watch is missing, there is no clock in the cabin, and the windows don't open, so I don't even know what time it is.I don't know how far from home, because I don't know how long I was unconscious.My headache felt like it was caught in a vise.I crawled to the furthest corner between the bed and the wall, pressed my back in as far as I could, and stared at the door.
I crouched in the corner of the cabin and hid for what seemed like hours.I felt cold and shivering all over.
Could Luke be driving into my driveway right now, dialing my cell phone number and calling me?Did he think I was working overtime again, and I forgot to cancel the appointment, so he just went home like that?Has anyone found my car?I've been missing for hours, is it possible that no one noticed, no one started looking for me?Could it be that no one called the police?Where is my dog?I pictured Emma alone at home, with her stomach growling, waiting to go for a walk, whimpering.
The crime shows I watched echoed in my mind. The Casino version of CSI: Crime Scene is my favorite.The protagonist Grayson would go directly to the empty house where I was taken away, take close-up photos around the house, and analyze a small grain of soil outside the house. The case became clear immediately, and he immediately knew where I was locked up.The town of Clayton Falls is so small, it probably won't have the establishment of the criminal forensics department.The only time I've seen the RCMP on tv is when they're either doing a horseback parade or busting another marijuana farm.
In my mind, I call this villain a psycho.As long as the pervert doesn't show up for a moment, the scene of my tragic death will continue to breed in my mind.Who was the one who notified my mother after my mutilated body was found?What if my dead body never sees the light of day?
The phone call notifying the car accident came home, and my mother's screaming voice still echoes in my ears.From that day on, almost every time I saw Ma, she never left her glass of vodka.But I only saw her drunk a few times, usually she was just drunk.She still has a bit of beauty, but in my eyes, she is just like a painting that is no longer vivid and eye-catching, and the colors have bleed into one piece.
I thought back to what might have been the last mother-daughter conversation in this life.I had a fight with her about the cappuccino machine.One small thing, why don't you just give it to her?I was so angry at the time, and now I would give anything to start over.
My feet ached from being in a fixed position for too long.Time to get up and explore the cabin environment.
The interior of this house is old, like a forest fireman's cabin, which is common in the mountains, but this one has been converted.The perverts are well thought out.There are no springs in the double-layer mattress, the material is soft foam, and the bed frame is solid wood.On the right side of the bed stood a large wooden wardrobe with a keyhole, but I couldn't open it when I reached out to open the door.The wood-burning stove and the stone ground in front of the stove were closed by iron mesh doors, and a lock was added.The drawers and all the cupboards were all metal, painted with a paint that looked like wood, so they couldn't be kicked open.
There is no loft above the cabin, and there is no space for water and electricity pipelines under the floor. The door is made of steel.I turned the handle and found that the door was locked.I fumbled along the edge of the iron door for brackets, hinges, or anything that could be disassembled, but couldn't find it.I faced the door and put my ears to the floor, but I couldn't see the slightest light from the crack of the door, and I couldn't feel the cold wind even if I touched it with my fingers.The door must have been fitted with a super strong weatherproof device.
I knocked on the shutter, and there was a metallic sound, and I couldn't find a lock or hinge.I have touched all over the wood and found no signs of rot.Under the window sill in the bathroom, I found a place where the cold air seeps in. I managed to remove a few small pieces of insulation, and dug out a small hole like a pencil poke. I leaned in and saw a hazy green. downhill.I stuffed the insulation back in place and thoroughly cleaned the floor of the powder.
The bathroom had an old white tub and toilet, which at first glance looked ordinary, but on second glance, there was no mirror in the bathroom, and the lid of the toilet tank wouldn't come off.I checked the back of the tank cover and found an iron bar wrapped around the cover and fastened to the wall.The pink shower curtain was printed with tiny roses, and the rails that ran through the shower curtain rings were hard plastic.I tried to tear off the pole, but the pole was pinned, and my efforts were in vain.The bathroom has a door without a lock.
There is an island in the middle of the kitchen with tall bar chairs at each end anchored to the floor.The stainless steel kitchen appliances don't look cheap and seem to have never been used.The sink and the double enamel sink glistened and smelled of bleach.
One stove ran on natural gas or propane, and I flipped the switch a few times, only to hear a click.The gas pipe must have been cut by him.I wanted to see if the gas stove could be removed, but I couldn't pull it out.I poked my head into the oven and found the rack had been removed.The drawer under the oven is locked with a lock.
I couldn't find anything to defend myself, let alone a way out.I have to expect the worst, but I can't even guess what the worst-case scenario might be.
I found myself shaking again.I took a few deep breaths and tried to focus on the facts.He's not here, I'm alive.I'm sure someone will find me soon.I walked to the sink and put my mouth under the faucet.Before I could take a full sip of water, I heard the sound of the key being inserted into the door lock, so I guessed it was the door lock.My heart skipped a beat as the door slowly opened.
He took off his baseball cap, revealing curly blond hair and an expressionless face.I looked closely at his facial features.How did he make me feel good in the first place?His lower lip was fuller than his upper lip, giving the illusion of a slight pout, but otherwise all I could see were those empty blue eyes and a pretty face.At first glance, his appearance is difficult to attract attention, let alone leave an impression.
He stood at the door, his eyes lingering on my face, his whole face burst into a smile, and his whole face changed instantly.Only then did I understand that a person like him can attract attention at any time, and he can also become invisible in an instant.
You are up, good!I'm starting to worry if the dose is too high.
He walked towards me with light steps.I dashed back to the furthest corner of the house, shrinking as far back as possible.He stopped abruptly.
Why hide in a corner?
Damn, what the hell is this place?
You probably haven't fully recovered yet, but foul language is not allowed in our house.He goes to the sink.
I was looking forward to sharing our first meal with you, but unfortunately you overslept and missed dinner.He took a bunch of keys from his pocket, opened one of the cupboards, and took out a cup.Hope you are not starving.He turned on the tap, let the water run for a while, and then filled the glass.After turning off the water, he turned to face me, leaning his back against the counter.
The dinner rules cannot be canceled at will, but I would like to give you a little flexibility today.He raised his glass to me.You must be feeling parched.
My throat was dry and rougher than sandpaper, but I wouldn't take anything he gave me.He shakes the water glass.The cold water in the mountains is the most delicious.
He waited for two or three seconds, raised his eyebrows in doubt, then shrugged, turned half-turned, poured water into the sink, rinsed the cup, then raised the cup and tapped it with his knuckles.Plastic can be made so realistic, isn't it easy?If you just look at the surface of everything, you may be mistaken, right?
He dried the glass carefully, put it back in the cupboard, and locked it.Next, he sighed, sat down on the high stool at one end of the cooking island, and stretched his hands vertically upwards.
Wow, it feels so good to finally be able to relax.take it easy?Then when he pursues excitement, I'd better stay away.How are your legs feeling?Does the injection still hurt?
Why did you bring me here?
Ah, she can talk.He leaned his elbows on the cooking island, arched his fingers and propped his chin.Good question, Anne.In short, you are one lucky girl.
I didn't feel lucky to be kidnapped and knocked out.
Sometimes people encounter bad things, and after a while they realize what they got away with, and then they feel that what they encountered was a great good thing.Don't you think it's possible?
Nothing could be better than this.
Really, Anne?If you didn't meet a good person like me, would it be better if you drove home after work and had a car accident on the way?For example, you ran into a young mother who was coming home from grocery shopping and killed the whole family?Or just hit and killed a child, and the one she loved the most?The scene of the funeral flashed in my mind, and my mother cried my sister's name.Is this psychopath from Clayton Falls?
Don't want to answer?
It's not fair for you to compare like this.How can you predict what might happen to me?
See, you are wrong here.I just predicted it.What happens to a woman like you, I can totally grasp.OK, let him go on.If I can understand his hooliganism, I can think of a way to escape.
A woman like me?Have you ever met someone like me?
Have you had a chance to take a look around?He looked around the room with a smile on his face.I think ditching is pretty good.
If that girl from before hurt you, I really feel sorry for you, really.It's not fair to take it out on me though, because I never got in your way.
You think I'm taking it out on you?His eyes widened in surprise.
How can you just kidnap a person and go to the wilderness?Nobody can do that.
he smiles.Can't do it?I don't want to point out the facts right in front of me.Didn't I kidnap you?That's it, let me solve some mysteries for you.Here in the mountains, I hand picked this cottage for the two of us.I have taken care of every detail so that you stay here safe and sound.
How dare this guy kidnap me and tell me I'm safe?
It took a little longer than I expected but I got to know you better during the preparation process.I don't think time was wasted.
A deeper understanding?I don't even know who you are.Is David your real name?
David is a nice name, don't you think?It's my father's name, but I wouldn't be stupid enough to tell him.
I try to speak in a calm, pleasant tone.David is a good name, but I think you may have misunderstood someone.I suggest you let me go as soon as possible, okay?
He shook his head slowly.It wasn't me who got the wrong person, Anne.To be honest, I've never done anything so sure in my life.
He took out a large bunch of keys from his pocket, opened a cupboard in the kitchen, and took out a large box marked Annie from the side, then carried the box to the bed, and took out the leaflets from it.These flyers advertised all the houses I had sold.He even saved a few of my newspaper ads.He picked up one of them, the one advertised at today's open house.
This is one of my favorites, dated exactly the same day I first met you.
Then he handed me a stack of photos.
There are shots of me taking Emma for a walk in the morning, some of me walking into work, and some of me going to the corner store to buy coffee.One of them is older, and my hair is longer. As for the coat on my body, I gave it away a long time ago.Did he steal this old photo from my house?He couldn't have escaped Emma, so he must have stolen it from my office.He took the photo in my hand, propped his upper body on his elbows, leaned on the bed, and spread out all the photos.
You are very photogenic.
How long have you been following me?
I don't think it's stalking.At most it's just watching from the sidelines.Don't think about it, I certainly don't think that you will fall in love with me.
I believe you are a man with great conditions, but unfortunately I have already made a boyfriend.If I inadvertently made some actions to mislead you, I apologize to you, I don't mean to associate with you.Maybe we can make friends!
He smiled kindly at me.You made me repeat what I said again.I am not mistaken.I know that a woman like you won't have a good impression of a man like me. A woman like you doesn't take me seriously at all.
I have seen you.i just think you deserve it
Who is worthy of it?A woman who is willing to accommodate?Stubby female librarian, huh?That's the only thing I'm good enough for, isn't it?
I did not mean that.I believe that with your superior conditions
The problem is not with me.Women like to say that they want a partner who is always close to each other, who is both a lover and a friend, and their hearts are compatible.When they find such a partner, and then meet a bad man who is biting them, they immediately dump the original boyfriend to the sky.No matter how this bad man bullies them, they won't leave.
Some women are of the type you describe, but there are plenty of other types.My boyfriend is my soulmate and I love him.
Luke?His eyebrows jumped up.Do you think Luke and your soul match?He smiled lightly and shook his head.When you meet a real man, promise to get rid of him immediately.You're already tired of him.
How do you know Luke's name?Why do you use the past tense?what did you do to him
Luke is fine.Compared with what you have caused him to suffer, what he is going through now is nothing.You don't respect him enough.I'm not blaming you! With your conditions, you must meet a better man than him.He chuckled.Hey, sorry, the boast is on my own head.
Well, I respect you because I know you are special and don't really want to do this kind of thing, but if you will let me go, we will
Please don't put gold on my face, Anne.
Otherwise what do you want?You haven't explained why you brought me here.
He began to sing.It's been a long time to see the real chapter, yes, it's been a long time, it's been a long time, it's been a long time to see the real chapter, that's right.I knew he was singing the Rolling Stones song, but I couldn't remember what the lyrics were about. (Annotation: