Shattered

Chapter 10

Chandler left into the living room, leaving me alone in the kitchen. Resting my hands flat on the countertop, I contemplated what I wanted to cook. There were so many options that I struggled to decide.

After a few minutes of thinking, I finally made the choice to cook spinach and tomato omelets. It was simple and light enough for breakfast.

I went about the kitchen, taking all the ingredients I needed and setting them on the counter. It took me a while to find everything, but after a few minutes of searching, I had all the required components.

Pushing my red strands away from my face and behind my ear, I breathed deeply before pacing to the sink. Scrubbing away all the germs on my hands, I glanced out of the window, noticing the brewing grey clouds.

The rain was very peaceful for me. It was something I enjoyed very much. Thunder, however, I despised. The clouds were full and dark, almost scary. They seemed so aggressive. Maybe I'm just over analyzing it, though.

"Fuck," I cursed as the burning water brought me back into reality. This reality is hell. Hastily, I pulled my hands from the heat and patted them dry. The smooth skin had turned to a deep pink blush, still stinging a bit.

Sucking in air through my teeth, I groaned at the diminishing pain. It wasn't bad, just one of those weirdly annoying pains.

After a few shakes of my hand, I turned back to my ingredients, finally starting the cooking process.

Half an hour later, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of salt and vegetables. Like many, I'm not particularly a fan of the scent of eggs, but the taste was a flavor I very much enjoyed.

Setting the table, I placed the plates of food in front of the chairs. Turning my head, I glanced over the living room. Chandler was seated on the couch, a phone in his hand. I knew he had a phone, but this is the first time in the whole week I've been here that the device has made contact with my eyes.

Without a doubt, his phone must have a passcode, but if I could get it for just a minute, that would be enough time to call the police. 60 seconds. That's all I need. Unfortunately, that short amount of time seemed impossible to grasp. It's like I'm always being watched, supervised. Like a child.

My gaze met Chandler's, and I realized I had been staring, more like longing, at the small device. Quickly turning away, my hand was clenched roughly on the table, and a small blush crept on my cheeks. An embarrassment blush.

Walking away, I pulled my hair into a ponytail and returned to the kitchen. Gathering the water glasses and fruit, I added them to the dining table. As I was about to pass through the archway to the living room, I heard Chandler's voice emerge.

I perked my head up, thinking he was talking to me. No, his phone was up to his ear. Stepping between the arch and the wall, I stayed quiet, hoping to eavesdrop on whatever conversation he was having.

"So you finally got a new phone, huh?" I wish I was close enough to hear the recipient, but I didn't want to risk getting caught. "Yeah, a week ago. A little more trouble than I expected, but not much. She's not very strong," He said after a few moments of silence.

It seemed like he was talking about me. About when he kidnapped me. "Jess." My head shot up, my whole body on full alert. Had he caught me? "Oh yes, I've never seen a woman as gorgeous as her."

Heart pounding furiously, I took a deep breath. He hadn't noticed me. "How did she even break your phone in the first place? If she's not behaving then make her." I felt a stab in my chest. Could they be talking about another girl? Another girl in the same situation?