Agent Ez

Chapter 33 -Getting lost on purpose

I jogged up the stairs leading to his wing quietly, my paranoia senses tingling. Now that I ‘m taking my rose tinted glasses off for a moment it does seem too good to be true that the entire estate would be empty.

Even if it was just the girls here I wouldn’t be too bothered, I’m presuming that Becca’s already told them about what I did for Clara which should earn me some brownie points.

Thankfully, the door to his wing is left ajar, saving me precious time and my exposure as I push the door open. Please don’t be a creaky door. The silence of this hall ensured that any sound made by the door would echo tremendously well.

I open it just wide enough for me to get through, then leave it opened to the small amount it was before. The layout of this wing was similar but felt different. A quick scan of my surroundings showed me that nobody was here.

Flipping open the phone I walk around checking for a signal, until I heard a sound that nearly made my heart beat through my chest.

Someone was here.

I stood outside the door apprehensively, where did the sound come from?

Further ahead I saw an open door, maybe it was from that room? Or could it be coming from behind here? Tip-toeing I walk toward the open door, only intending to flatten myself near the door frame to determine the sound.

As I drew closer, the voice got louder and I began to realise how stupid of it was for me to be walking toward an open door where someone was clearly in. All I  needed was for them to be facing towards me so that I could get caught already.

I inch closer, trying to distinguish the voice it definitely sounded familiar but as the same time sounded completely different too. Straining to hear more, I try to identify whose voice it is, maybe then I’ll know how much trouble I’ll get in when I’m caught.

The voice speaks again, hold on….

It’s Kyle!

I’ve reached the door and peak into the room, scanning it quickly. I only have moments before I get caught. Looking into the room I see Kyle sitting with his back to me, but who was he talking too?

Suddenly, another figure stands up directly facing me – now I’m in for it guys. I see Becca staring at me, shock evident in her eyes. What the hell are you doing here? Clearly written in them.

Unfortunately, Kyle’s noticed her staring so I duck away before he can turn. Becca starts coughing to which Kyle offers her a beer while patting her back non too kindly. I use this opportunity to enter the next room regardless of what it is.

I notice the dishevelled sheets on the bed, the clothes and beer bottles scattered all over the floor, the blood stains on the floor – the what? Horrified and now ever desperate to get out of here, I check the phones which both show a nice set of all four bars of signal.

I open the wardrobe, trying to determine the best place to hide these things. Wait was that footsteps? Nope, it couldn’t be I continue examining the contents of the wardrobe until I come across a small cardboard box at the back.

A voice boomed closer to the door. Crap, what do I do now? Without thinking, or examining the contents of the box I hastily put the phones in and shove it back into place.

By now, the doorknob was slowly turning and I was ever more aware of the incessant hammering of my heart. I jump into the wardrobe and just manage to close the doors as I hear them entering the room.

Close call.

I try to take deep breaths to calm down and listen into their conversation, Kyle sounded quite drunk. Recalling the blood stains I’d seen earlier I felt very sorry  for Becca having to endure being beaten and God only knows what over the past few years.