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In The Shadows That Wait...
Short Story Fiction -page 3/12
Thursday morning had arrived and
as usual, Ted had arrived once again on time. Ted was eager to see if Catherine
was waiting at the bus stop. Much to his amaze, she was not there. This was so
unlike her. Ted thought of her as though she was his own daughter and concern
was now setting in. Tonight after shift, Ted thought he would stop by and check
to see if she was alright.
They had told each other about
their lives over the years and had become close as friends. Ted had asked
Catherine several times throughout the years if she would join him and his wife
for dinner, but Catherine always turned him down. Ted had not taken it
personally, he knew that Catherine stayed to herself mostly. She was quite
comfortable being alone. He always told her she was too young to be by herself
all the time. She needed to get out there and meet some friends. Catherine
would just stare ahead as if in a daze and ignore him. Ted would now get
through his day and return later to check on her. Slowly he pulled out away
from the curb and began his day.
Catherine awoke to a fuzzy head
and found herself disoriented. She stared about the room noticing the familiar
surroundings, her apartment though things were in dismay around the living
room. Her mouth was dry and bounded by a cloth pulled tightly around her head.
Her hands bound with some kind of rope, as she lied on the sofa. Lying there
cold and confused by the position she now found herself in.
Catherine then forced herself to
focus clearly on the situation at hand. Scared and alone she saw no one. Then
all of a sudden, she felt a cold hand brush her face from above her. Startled,
Catherine buried her head inward towards her chest. “Hello Catherine” said a
voice of familiarity. “Did you think that I would not find you?” Catherine knew
immediately that her efforts of changing her name and starting over had been
for nothing. She had tried so hard to stay out of everyone’s view for so long.
That is why she had not made any friends, or went out in public other than for
work. It was Sal, her ex-husband. Sal had used her as a punching bag, for the
first three years of their marriage. Catherine was so young when she had
married Sal, not that she was much older now.
Sal had grown up in a very
influential family in town. His parents were of strict upbringing. The usual
story of what Prestige and money brought, and how it ruled your life in the
social world. The love was scarce, but the money spoke volumes to anyone who
would listen.
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In The Shadows That Wait...
Short Story - Fiction page 2/12 continued
It was a cold and rather windy morning,
arriving from last night. September could be a beautiful fall day or feel as though
winter was coming early. Ted knew she would be cold standing there waiting for
him, so he tried his best to arrive a few minutes earlier than usual. When Ted
arrived, Catherine was nowhere in sight. Perhaps she was running late this
morning. Ted waited at the stop patiently stalling. The other passengers would
begin to get antsy if he waited too long, as they too, had places to go. It was
now going onto 6:55 and Ted could no longer wait for Catherine. He slowly
started to pull out into traffic wondering if perhaps she was sick.
Catherine had decided to go out
for a bite the night before with a friend from her apartment building Jean. They
were not close friends but rather acquaintances, from passing in the halls to
the laundry room where they both would do their laundry. Jean seemed friendly
enough, and although Catherine did not like to go out much, at least by herself,
she agreed to venture out for a bite to eat. They had not stayed out too late;
9:00 P.M. for Catherine did have to work the next morning. When they approached
the apartment buildings entrance, Jean went her way and Catherine went hers. She
had not planned on the cold wind rushing in that night; she had only a light
sweater and a turtleneck long sleeve blouse, a pair of jeans and sneakers.
Usually Catherine went out prepared for most any possible change to her
routine, but not this night, September 16 Wednesday. Everything was but, a
routine that day.
Catherine had only a short
distance from the main entrance of the building to her apartment. She was
always aware of her surroundings, and felt uncomfortable not being able to see
clearly at night. Sometimes the shortest distance can seem forever. Just as
Catherine was about to enter her apartment she heard a slight noise coming from
the side of her building. Perhaps it was an animal scurrying through the
leaves. She had not wanted to find out and suddenly her knees went limp. She
found herself hurrying to get the key in the door to safety, her familiar
surroundings. However, because she was so afraid, she could not steady the key
long enough to open the door in time. When all of a sudden, the last thing
Catherine remembered was someone grabbing her from the back and placing a
clothed hand over her mouth.
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