Chapter Seven: Calling The Bluff
Charisma
placed the folded letter easily into the envelope, she wet the
seal and closed it up, smiling proudly to herself as she dropped
it into her bag. She gathered her coat and sunglasses, she
was to go to the recording studio in the morning, and to Nick’s
after that. Stroking her long hair she walked to the front
door and pulled it open.
In front of
her on the doorstep sat an untouched letter, hand delivered with
her name nicely written across the front. She stepped out
onto the door step and looked around about, but no one seemed
different or out of the ordinary. She picked the letter up,
looking at it with studied curiosity. It wasn’t
sealed, the flap was simply stuck into the envelope. She
opened it and pulled out a letter and began to read,
BOO!
Two can
play at this game Charisma
X
She dropped
the letter in anger, she slammed the door closed and raced down
the steps to her car.
The figure
watched, smiling, but only slightly, she had her where she wanted
her, and now it was her turn, it was like they were playing poker
and she would soon enough call Charismas bluff. She backed
away from her hiding place, pulled the scarf around her face and
pushed her sunglasses further up onto her face, and hurried away.
~ AN HOUR
LATER ~
Abby looked
around the city center, people walked in crowded bunches
oblivious to the world around them. She saw the studio
across the street and ran across it without a second thought,
cars honked as they nearly ran into her, but she paid not
attention, her mind focused on only the object in front of her.
she walked in the front door, past the reception to the second
door.
“Excuse
me, can I help you?” a young brunette receptionist
questioned as she stood from her desk
“Jessica,
I need to see her” Abby responded in a hurried tone
“Jessica?
Last name? I’ll page her for you”
Charisma, ask for Charisma
“I mean
Charisma, I need to see her”
The women
smiled in recognition of that name.
“I'm
sorry, I'm going to have to ask you to leave, Miss Charisma is
busy at the moment”
“I'm a
friend”
“Aren’t
they all. Look please leave or I’ll have to call
security”
“Just get
her out here, its important, she’ll know me” Abby voice
quickened as she became agitated
“I'm
sorry –“
“What’s
all the noise out here?” a tall man in a gray suit
questioned coming out of one of the offices
“I need
to speak to Charisma”
“Do you
know her personally?”
“Yes”
“Name”
“Abigail
Reid”
“Just a
moment”
He disappeared
out the second door.
Charisma sat
sipping away on a bottle of water as they discussed some song.
“Carry,
there’s some girl out there, Abigail Reid, says you know her”
Charisma’s
mouth gaped.
“She’s
here?”
“You know
her”
“Shit”
she cursed running from the room
She burst into
the reception area but Abby had gone.
“Where
did she go?” Charisma snapped at the receptionist
“I dunno,
she just left”
“Damn,
damn” she scathed under her breath and she stormed back
through the doors
Abby patted
down the street quickly, looking behind her occasionally, but
Jessica hadn’t followed her. She slowed her pace and
blended into the lunchtime crowd.
You must not let her see you, just let her know you’re there
Abby nodded to
herself as the voice commanded her.
“Don’t
fight it Abby, look at me, I own you, you can’t change that”
another voice screamed
“No, no
you don’t own me, NO, NO, I repented, I made good, NOOOOO”
Abby screamed holding her head down as passerby’s gave her
strange looks
It’s
okay Abigail, I'm here, I'm okay, we’re okay, she can’t
hurt you, I wont let hera calming voice spoke
Abby nodded
again, as she ran down the street.
~ LATER THAT
NIGHT ~
Charisma
wrapped the towel around her as she stepped out of the shower.
She wiped the steam from the mirror on the wall and starred at
herself in annoyance.
“Damn you
Abby, what the hell are you doing back here?” she scathed as
she ran a comb through her wet hair
“You wont
win this game Abby, I'm stronger than you, I control you, you
cant change that” she grinned, laughing to herself. She
looked in deeper and saw the eyes of her past staring back out,
her blood boiled and her eyes narrowed as she starred in hate at
the person staring back.
“NO, You’re
dead” she hissed slamming her forehead into the mirror
shattering it and slicing her head. She stepped back and
looked strangely at the blood on the wall.
“Carry”
Nick announced running into the bathroom “What happened?”
he gaped looking at the bright trails of deep red blood
slithering down her face
“I, I
slipped” Charisma spoke, covering her head with her hand,
Nick looked
across at the wall, and the shattered, blood covered mirror.
“Are you
sure?”
“Yes
Nick, I'm sure, I slipped,” she hissed pushing past him.
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