Societies Misfits (Completed)

Chapter Seven

My chest feels heavy, my heart is racing as I yank the door with all of my might. The door handle riggles ever so slightly but with no hope, I slouch down on the floor and cry into my hands. Everything is going to be alright I say one hundred times in my head as tears drench my velvet red dress. I try to think of some sort of a plausible or simple plain to get me out of the predicament. I could call out to my mom to unlock the office door but she would go nuts if she found out I was in her precious "Office Space" then she would wonder how and why I was in her office. She would think I was hiding in there and probably doing some illegal s**t that all mothers fear and worry about for there children. I could call out to Clair to kick the door down for me and we can run and hide in the basement and say there was a robber inside and he kicked the office door down, But that's not logical because we have cameras just about everywhere outside and mom would look at the surveillance to see who broke in.

The honest truth is I could never lie to mom. I'm honestly the worst liar ever. Not even one month ago Clair and I bought tickets to this hipster rock group called "Ca$h H!ppy's" which consists of the lead singer Brian George his girlfriend who plays the drums Lexi Davis and the dreamiest of all the guitarist Kyle Sanders. His sweaty rock hard abs could make any girl fall on there knees for him. Often when he plays with his guitar on stage he plays shirtless but still wears his cross necklace. Clair jokes about him wearing his cross necklace because his dad is a priest. Honestly, I hope he follows in his dad's footsteps because I would love if Kyle Sanders married me.

Anyway when mom wanted me to stay at home because she said she wanted to have a mother and daughter movie night, because she works a lot and is never home that much. I may have told a white lie to her and said I had to study with Clair for a big test the next day, which was a complete lie and I felt so bad telling her it because her face dropped and she just turned the tv on to some home design show. But sure enough later that night mom was waiting for me outside the concert, I was so embarrassed.

I mentally curse myself forever wondering into my mom's private office. The office was locked for a reason and just because the light was on, what gives me the right to just abruptly enter without permission. I think as I fakely whip my over the top tears on my wrist. The safe stares at me with its awfully colored metal. I still don't understand why mom would hide her safe in such a ridiculous spot. Like I get it that she has "Hidden" it in a locked room where I guess she would never ea ton anyone to ever get into this room, but like I mean come on hiding a massive thing like that behind books really? That's like the first thing an intruder looks behind. It baffles me why she never mentioned having it in the first place.

She does have the right to keep things to herself and I get that she doesn't need to tell her teenage daughter everything in the world but I genuinely feel upset that whatever is inside this safe is so secretive that she has never told me about it before. Is she trying to hide something from me? Is it a gun?, because I get that. Is it some sort of secret information for her cyber tech company that she doesn't want anyone seeing just yet? I have no idea but what I do know is that this will be eating away at me until I find out what she's hiding in there, and why she has, well never mentioned it. Is it really that important that whatever is inside needs to be hidden in a locked office?

She doesn't really have anything that valuable aside from her diamond earrings on her dresser in her bedroom but that is pretty much about it. I stop myself and realize something major. The big bay window which is centered in the middle of the wall has a latch on the corner left side which looks like you can unlock it with a very small key because the keyhole is no bigger than a tiny pearl.

My breathing quickness as I basically run over to the window and start digging furiously at it trying to find any way out. The window doesn't budge so I have the brilliant idea to look on my mother's desk for maybe something I missed before? I just have realized this now but there are three draws under my mom's desk. I mentally note to myself as I'm slowly searching her desk. Two o the drawers looks like you have to have a key to unlock them both and the top one is the only normal looking one without any lock on it thankfully.

I run my hands over the draw trying to find the handle to open it in the dark since I was too scared to turn the light on after my mother left the office. I pull the one and only unlocked drawer open ever so quietly which contains hundreds of sticky notes. I've never seen my mom ever use sticky notes in her life let alone the hundreds of colorful ones in here.

Suddenly I hear a very very faint buzzing almost beeping sound coming from somewhere in my mom disgustingly decorated office space. I look up from the drawer which I was crouching down on my knees to look inside and hit my head on the side of the wooden desk.

"s**t," I say rubbing the side of my head. Its very odd when you hit your head because it feels almost like your head is bleeding, but I would not know if it was or not because I can barely see a thing apart from the bright white light beaming in the room.

The laptop lights up a very dim shade of white as I pull myself off the ground and onto the chair to see that there is a notification on the screen from Skype. The message is from someone named "Richárd Petròv". That last name almost sounds Russian I think to myself remembering watching some history documentary in class and there was a Russian man narrating it and he was named "Nichòlas Petròv".

I slowly move my hand towards the top drawer and grab about a handful of sticky notes from my mom's unnecessary very organized collection of sticky notes and somehow under all of them, I find a big pink fluffy pen which is conveniently placed right under the second row of the sticky notes. I close the drawer and click on the notification on skype so I can see who is messaging her at such a late hour of the night.

"Maybe my mom has a boyfriend," I think to myself just as I click the notification.

My mother has not had a boyfriend since Frank Albert, who worked at "Abert's Motel 'In" Which he ran for his father who owned it. Alberts father had some sort of disease and couldn't work at the motel anymore so his son Frank took over for the time being. He actually was a very nice man to my mom but I had my suspicions like maybe he was poisoning his father all along to make him sick so he could finally own the family motel business. Mom only dated him because I made her do it which was pretty weird for me because I had my suspicions about him but I really just wanted to see my mom finally happy.

Last year mom took me on a road trip up the coast to a place called "Miffys Mountain" which is basically this beautiful snowy mountain filled with all sorts of wildlife which we usually would never see in Crestwood. Anyway, there was a horrific snow storm and turns out the only place that was open that day to stay for the night was, not surprisingly "Abert's Motel 'in" Where we were greeted by the extremely geeky yet actually very good looking, Frank. Little did mom and I know that after a month of dating Frank he revealed that he was indeed still married to his wife of fifteen years named Brenda. Like who would ever cheat on there wife or husband let alone someone named Brenda. Mom ended that relationship so fast I couldn't even blink fast enough.

My eyes wander all over the screen as my eyes adjust to the message.

Richard 4:28 am - я иду за тобой.

"What the actual effing f**k," I think to myself as I try to read the sentence out loud. I don't even know how to read these letters let alone try to pronounce anyone of this I think to myself.

The text style looks familiar to me as I look around the room frantically remembering that I saw this kind of text style printed on the book cover somewhere on the bookshelf. I walk over to the bookshelf and browse the hundreds of book on all the shelves but can't find any book that resembles anything that looks like this sort of language or perhaps code? I have no idea. I was never good at learning foreign languages. When Brent and I decided to take up Spanish together because he thought he would really enjoy it and he didn't want to sit in the class alone he asked me to join with him and of course I did. Turns out I wasn't quite good at Spanish and I failed the whole year of it which mom was not happy about at all but we mutually decided that it was best if I dropped out of the class at the end of last year. Thank goodness they let me do that or I would be stuck in that class all year trying to learn how to count from one to ten in Spanish.

"I give up," I say to myself after searching the last shelf of books. That metal box still stares at me all locked and untouched.

All of this is useless and insane. Who cares that I'm locked in moms ugly designed office. She is a computer tech as if that whatever is in that safe is even anything Important. She will eventually find me in the morning and I can say I was sleepwalking and locked myself in here.

As I continue to pace around the office space I hear the bussing again. This time it stops bussing mid noise as I turn to the laptop and of course long and behold it's from this Richard guy again. So I sit on the chair and grab the sticky notes and the pen which I left on the desk earlier and start to wrote out what he is saying.

Richard 4:44 am - ответь мне женщины

I've just about had it with this creep. From what I can see my mom has never interacted nor messaged this man before. My mom's Last name like mine is Lovey and as far as I know, our last name isn't even a command one at all, So with her username on skype being PhoebeLovey, I would not expect some random from wherever they live to find her on here. Although to get ahold of her Skype you would have to email her company for it so maybe it's a foreign-investor or maybe a worker with not the best English? Either way, I'm spooked and don't want this random weirdo harassing my mother. I so wish I had my phone with me right now so I can translate all of these messages because my mom has blocked off access to Google and internet browsing on her laptop so I can't even search anything up if I wanted to.

"I better tell this man to stop bothering my mother," I say trying to conjure up something in my head to say to him.

I decided in the end just to leave it alone and stop looking through my mom's computer. I switch her laptop screen off and sit in the darkness on her leather computer chair and rest my eyes for a little while.

This time in my sleep I don't see things but I hear inaudible whispering and sounds.

The darkness sucks me into the deep sounds as my mind explores these noises. Gunshots, Screams, and a Key?

I awake half slouched on the computer chair. I can feel the leather under me soaked with my sweet.

"Gunshots? Screams and a Key?" I say aloud to myself. I really need to start writing down my dreams or something so I can analyze them all and piece together what all these mean because I need to know why I am always dreaming about guns and people getting shot or hurt? Dreaming about keys is a new one I think to myself as I fiddle with my necklace that Jackson Riley bought me.

"Omfg that's it," I think to myself staring down at the small golden key hanging from the end of the necklace.

I know this may sound crazy and all but this key looks like it could open that bay window behind me or the "Safe"

I might as well truly be going crazy after being locked in here for so long but it's worth a shot and I maybe think I'm onto something. I turn around on the computer chair to the window and grab the key from my necklace.

"Here goes nothing Bridget," I say to myself as the key slides right into the lock. I turn it right and nothing happens.

"Maybe left?" I say trying to turn the key to the left but still nothing.

Let's try the safe I think to myself sliding the computer chair over to the gigantic bookshelf. I move the two books hidden in front of the safe. I have the key in my hand and turn the safe to its side where the keyhole is. As I'm reaching for the key attached to my necklace as I'm doing that the whole safe is barely balancing on the edge of the bookshelf and my hands start to slip while holding it and the whole safe plummets to the floor and the door to the safe cracks wide open.

Hundreds of thousands of $100 bills fall out of the safe.

"What in the world?" I say as the last of the bills flow out of it.

My eyes grow wider and wider as I fully comprehend what has just happened.

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