Mysterious Disapperance chapter 2

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Hey everyone, how are you?

Here is the second chapter of the short story “Mysterious Disapperance.” The first chapter can be found here.

Chapter 2

The following morning Izzy woke suddenly in the middle of the double bed, a pool of sweat covered her. Izzy’s heartbeat was fast, breathing heavy. Izzy stared at the empty hotel room, her thoughts racing, telling her that she was being watched. It took a few minutes for Izzy to calm down. Izzy knew that she was alone and that her thoughts were wrong: “Its just a dream” she muttered to herself. Izzy turned and looked at her phone, it was seven am. Time she got up. If she was going to meet Rosie, she needed it to be in the morning. As they could chat for ages and her flight was in the evening. Izzy sat on the edge of the bed thinking, trying to remember the dream she had last night. But it was no use, she could not remember anything.

  It took a couple of hours, but Izzy was finally ready to embrace the day. Standing, looking out of the window, Izzy pulled up Rosie’s number on her phone. Putting the phone to her ear as it rang:

“HI Izzy,” Rosie answered, Izzy could feel her smile beaming down the phone. “How are you?2

“I’m fine,” Izzy lied

“Meet me at the Brandenburg Gate in an hour. There is a coffee shop nearby. I can’t believe that you are in Berlin.”

“Okay, see you in an hour.”

Izzy hung up the phone and looked around the hotel room. She needed to figure out how she was going to get to the destination. Izzy used her phone to google how to get there and was ready to leave. Leaving the “do not disturb” sign on the door. She did not want housekeeping going through her things.

  There was a chill in the air even though the sky was clear. The streets were clear of cars, and it was a pleasant walk to the S baun. Where Izzy took the train to the Brandenburg Gate. Hanging around at the spot, trying not to be too much of a tourist. Izzy waited for Rosie, Izzy was always early and couldn’t stand being late. It was just coming up to ten am, when Izzy saw a figure bouncing towards her. Rosie threw her arms around Izzy and hugged her tightly:

“Izzy! I can’t believe you are here.” Rosie said.

“Its so good to see you,” Izzy replied.

“There’s a coffee shop across the road by the French embassy, lets grab a drink.”

  In the coffee shop, Izzy found a place to sit as Rosie went to get them a couple of lattes. A few minutes later Rosie came across to the table with two mugs. Izzy was nervously checking her phone. Rosie sat down opposite Izzy, adding sugar to her latte. She stared at Izzy, wo was now looking around the coffee shop:

“Its so good that you’re here,” Rosie beamed. “But why have you randomly come to Berlin?”

“You won’t believe me, I just had to get out of the country.”

“Try me, I like weird.”

“I think that I am being followed.” Izzy said nervously. Rosie raised an eyebrow as she sipped her latte:

“Really? Why do you think that?”

“It’s just a I have. Ever since I split from Mark, strange things have been happening. I know that someone has been through my flat. Even when I changed the locks. And there always seems to be someone walking behind me and they look familiar.”

“Do you have any concrete evidence?” Rosie asked.

“No, nothing concrete. Its just a feeling I have. And Mark did work in the government and we ended pretty badly.”

“I’m sure that it is nothing serious. Have you noticed them here?”

“No, I haven’t noticed them here. But I don’t plan on being here long. My flight back is tonight.”

“Well I didn’t expect you to stay for too long, but I was hoping that it would be a little longer.”

  Izzy and Rosie spent a couple of hours talking, gossiping, and in those few hours Izzy felt normal. Not worried about who maybe watching her. Izzy was thankful that Rosie hadn’t dismissed her tale as paranoia. But also, she didn’t feel completely reassured. Izzy kept an eye on the time, as her flight left at nine pm. Izzy should have checked out this morning but could not be bothered. And just accepted that the hotel will expect her to pay extra. Rosie came back to the hotel with Izzy, ignoring the calls and emails flooding her phone. They talked as Izzy packed up her things. Izzy had a strange feeling that she should not leave Berlin but dismissed it. As Izzy said goodbye, a tear rolled down her cheek, and she promised to text when she got home. Izzy felt as though she was not going to see Rosie again.   

  At the airport Izzy checked in and made her flight without any problem. Izzy was starting to relax, maybe Rosie was right, she did not have any concrete evidence that it was her ex Mark. Resting in her seat on the plane, whilst waiting for take-off, Izzy felt calm for the first time. The flight was smooth with little turbulence. Izzy managed to rest her deep blue eyes and have a sleep. As they landed at Heathrow, there was a commotion at the end of the runway. Police cars were waiting along with some unmarked cars with tinted windows. Before anyone could leave their seat, two police officers boarded the plane. Searching for someone on board. Moving along the plane checking faces against a picture on a piece of paper. They stopped at Izzy. Checked her face against the picture. Izzy’s heart rate started to rise:

“Are you Izzy McDonald?” One of the officers asked.

“Yes,” Izzy replied.

“You need to come with us,” the officer stated, grabbing her arm. Almost dragging her from her seat:

“What? Why?”

“Your wanted for questioning.”

Izzy stood up, all eyes were on her. She had no idea what was going on. Izzy was dragged by the arm off the plane and shoved into one of the unmarked cars. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and a blindfold covered her eyes. The car started to drive off.

Thank you for reading and I hope that you have a good day.

Annette

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