unsolved disappearances » otis and ruby

Part 16

With the support of Noah, I made the courage to send an email to my mother. I wasn't comfortable reaching out to her on my old social media, as I feel like I would have a mass flood of messages if I had an active status. With a quick Google search of my name, there was a large number of people that believed I was dead!

In the email, I explained I was safe and I was currently employed overseas saving money for my child. I found that they found the tests I had left in my car so I assumed they knew I had run because I was pregnant. I explained all the good memories and life lessons I had already learned moving abroad for a short while.

I also promised I would explain everything when I decided I was ready to return home. 

I made Noah keep my secret, that didn't stop him from volunteering to take the heavier tasks away from me. That meant I spent more time doing paperwork than working with the people on snowboarding lessons. I'd have to remind Noah I was pregnant, not disabled. 

We became closer and even June was convinced we were hooking up in private. I'd always brush off the suggestion, Noah had just been a fantastic support and I could even call him a close friend. He made me feel protected like an older brother.

We did have a conversation as to why he has never gone fast in his usual flirting manner, his answer was he found me attractive but wanted to look out for the baby of the work-family. So he only saw me as a little sister, who he would always defend.

All I craved was friendship from this relationship.

We would spend some evenings looking over the media coverage for my disappearance and their theories as to where I had disappeared to. "Oh, my old friend Olivia has my favourite suggestion. I went to get an abortion, seeing the error of my way I decided to become a nun." I mutter with laughter.

"Your dad mentions you decided you wanted to go to America to make your dog famous." He recalls from the news article he was reading.

My parents were relieved that I was alive and safe. They had contacted the police with their information and all the public got told was that the case was closed.

Noah and I watched as many of my former classmates believed they had found my body. That was everyone's favourite suggestion for the outcome of the police investigation.

One afternoon with Noah and I working together in the office, due to the slopes being shut down to a storm outside he captures my attention with laughter. "I got another warning from Eric!" He says excitedly. 

"Go on," I say sipping my water bottle.

"I see the read receipts Mr Baker." He begins in a formal tone. "This lack of communication leads me to believe that you are covering tracks for my friend Ruby."

"I'm so touched, he believed we were friends," I say sarcastically making Noah laugh.

"It's with this that I want to report your account as you have not confirmed any of my questions. This was just information I wanted to pass on to the police so they would be able to bring Ruby home. I also want to raise that child so it's not infected with Ruby's terrible attitude." 

"So sweet," I comment, filling out some more paperwork for our end of day duties. "He probably will ask why you haven't responded to that message too."

"Oh well," Noah says slipping his phone back into his pants pocket. "Maybe I'll have to send him a suggestive photo of myself to make him shut up."

I cringe at the suggestion. "I doubt you want to be compiled under his wank bank." 

"I'd feel pretty flattered about it." He says dramatically flipping his head back. "Can't say I've ever got that treatment from a girl."

"Because we think of Harry Styles or George Clooney before fuck boys." I remind him. "LAdies are classy where men just get turned on just thinking about tits."

"Can't say I've ever got horny about your great looking tits." He comments, not even looking away from my chest. Making me feel insecure about my body. "Did they grow?"

"Stop being a sleaze," I demand. "Go use porn if you wanna see tits."

"Ruby, you make my hand so sad." He says holding up his left hand. "All that swiping on Tinder and all I get stuck with is a sexy British girl who insults me daily."

"Girls have standards, I understand why they don't want you," I say, making Noah laugh.

"fuck, I guess I'm going to have to go for the other team now. Maybe then I'll find my soul mate."

"You do that sweetie," I comment putting the final form away for the night.