Glimpse

Life is normal for 16 year old Lissa Bennett, until the day she starts seeing the future. When images of events that have not yet occurred begin to appear to Lissa for no apparent reason, she and her best friends try to piece together what’s happening and what it means.

When her visions seem to revolve around Daniel, the local ‘loner’ whose brother has gone missing, should Lissa risk everything to help, or leave well enough alone?

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12. Chapter 12

We got on a bus at the end of my street and took the twenty minute journey to the outskirts of our town. The warehouse had been derelict for years and there used to be so many kids who went there to freak each other out on weekends, until it was set on fire a couple of years ago and the police secured it off.

“Can you remember how to get there?” Adam was slightly out of breath, tagging along behind me.

I stepped over a log in the small wooded area we were walking through. “Yeah, it’s near the lake. Dad used to take me fishing here when I was younger.”

We carried on trekking through the woods. The path down to the lake was still familiar to me. After a few more minutes of walking, the woods started to thin out and the lake came into view. The warehouse stood on the other side.

Even though it was early evening, the November sky darkened quickly. I glanced at Adam and we both began to make our way down to the side of the lake. By the time we had walked around it, the sky was at its darkest blue tinge. 

The overwhelming sense of dread became more persistent the closer we got to the warehouse. There perimeter of the place was closed off with the metal fencing that the police had put up after the fire. There had probably been many people who had found another entrance into the place before, though.

“We should go round the back,” Adam whispered. “Check out the fencing there.”

We edged our way back amongst the trees and travelled around the outside of the warehouse. Sure enough, some of the fencing had already been kicked in. Splashes of graffiti stood out on the grey, brick walls.

Adam walked in front of me and approached one of the gaps in the fencing. He slipped though, catching his navy jacket on a ragged edge. Once he was through, he held out a hand and steadied me as I steeped over some of the fallen bits of metal to get through the fence. I immediately took off to one of the broken windows on the wall.

Adam grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Wait, Liss. We need to plan this out.”

“We need to go in there; you look for Daniel, see if you can find him. I’ll try and find out where Charlie is.” I tried to pull away from him but he wasn’t having any of it.

“I’m not leaving you.” His eyes pleaded with mine. “This Derek, he’s obviously the leader of a gang, right?” I nodded. “So think about how many people he’s going to have in there, making sure this doesn’t get messed up. If we’re going in there, then we’re going together.” He grabbed my hand and gave it a small but comforting squeeze before we started walking to the broken window.

There were still sharp, broken edges of glass stuck into the window frame. Adam pulled his sleeve up over his hand and pulled at the pieces. They came out easily and he placed them on the floor, making the window ledge less likely to slice my legs up. The thought of possibly ruining one of my favourite pair of jeans did not make this heroic mission any easier.

Adam hiked himself up onto the ledge and slipped through into the warehouse. His face appeared a few second later and he helped me get over the ledge. The room we were in was filthy and the walls were, again, covered in graffiti.

The police seriously didn’t do a good enough job on keeping this place secure, I thought as I wandered around the room. We approached the open door on the far wall. The door was hanging off its hinges. I poked my head out and saw that it was a corridor. It had a strange resemblance to hospital corridors. I felt a shiver go down my spine, and not because of the cold.

I stepped out into the corridor, Adam right behind me. The place smelt of dust and rotten wood. There were scraps of rubble strewn across the floor. We got to the end and shrugged at each other, no clue where to go next. I pointed left and we began to walk. I mentally cursed myself for not watching more crime shows.

After walking aimlessly for a few minutes, we turned a corner and saw a staircase. Looking at me for approval, Adam began walking up the stairs with me following closely behind him. We got to the top and came out into another corridor. We saw a faint flicker of light coming from around the corner at the far end.

Adam glanced at me again before slowly starting to walk towards the end of the corridor. It was darker up here than it had been downstairs and there was an eerie silence. We stuck close to the wall as we approached the corner. I didn’t hear the quiet footsteps nearing us until it was too late.

A figure wearing black came around and nearly collided with Adam and me. I was about to try and run before it grabbed my arm and pulled down it’s hood.

“What are you doing here, Lissa?” Daniel’s voice was frantic. I was so relieved that I flung my arms around his neck and hugged him. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back to look at me. He noticed Adam behind me before locking his eyes back to mine. “You need to get out of here, both of you.”

“We came looking for you,” I told him. “You should never have come here on your own.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “How did you even know where I was?”

“I…” My voice trailed off as I glanced at Adam for help.

He took a step closer to us. “That doesn’t matter right now, what matters is that we find your brother.” He took a deep breath. “We’ve found out who Derek is.”

Daniel looked from Adam to me. “You told him?”

“I didn’t have a choice.” I stepped back from him. “You refused to let me help you when I knew what kind of danger you were in.”

He wasn’t fully paying attention to me, glancing around. “Just get out of here the way you came in.”

“You don’t understand,” I stopped. How do you tell someone that you saw them bleeding to death in a vision? I asked myself. “Listen, Daniel, I—” He suddenly put a finger to my lips, his eyes wide. There were voices coming from around the corner. They sounded quite distant, obviously at the end of the long corridor.

Daniel pushed me further away from the corner, Adam following us. We stood with our backs flat against the wall. The murmuring voices were too quiet for us to understand. We heard a door open and then close again a few moments later. The voices stopped. Daniel stepped away from the wall, walking back to the corner of our corridor.

I jumped forward and grabbed onto his jacket. “Daniel, you can’t go after them!”

“Let go, Lissa.” He pulled away from me. “My brother is in here, I have to find him.” He peered around the wall before stepping out into the other corridor, disappearing around the corner.

I followed him, ignoring Adam’s frantic whispers for me to come back.

“Daniel!” I whispered forcefully. He turned around, his face irritated. “If you go in there now, I can almost guarantee you’re going to wind up dead!” I said through gritted teeth, willing him to listen.

He went to turn back around again. “You don’t know that, Lissa.”

“I do know that because I saw it!” My voice dropped to barely a whisper. “I saw it.” Daniel’s face was full of confusion. He didn’t have a clue what I was going on about, not that I could have blamed him. “I saw a glimpse of the future – I don’t know how – but I did.”

A look of concern flashed across his face for just a moment. “What are you talking about?” I opened my mouth to try and explain as best I could.

Adam’s voice called out from around the corner before I got to say anything. “Lissa!” he shouted. I spun around and saw two figures step into the corridor; one of them had hold of Adam. I looked up at the men, dressed in black. Their faces looked especially intimidating in the darkness of the corridor.

“You kids really should have thought twice about breaking and entering.” The one holding Adam said in a low voice.

Daniel sauntered forward. “Well there’s not much else to do around here other than exploring derelict buildings.” He was acting like we were just a few teens looking for a thrill.

“Well this is private property now, son,” the other man spoke up. “So I suggest you get yourselves out of here.”

Just as I got my hopes up, another voice came from behind Daniel and me.

“Well, well. What’s this?” My blood went cold as I recognised the voice of Stacey’s father.

Derek.

I looked at Daniel, panic stricken, willing him to realise that the man behind us was Derek. He wasn’t looking at me.

Derek stopped just behind us, not yet seeing mine and Daniel’s faces. The man who was holding Adam by the collar stepped forward.

“We found them lurking around,” he said, “looking for new walls to graffiti, no doubt.” I glanced at Adam, whose expression mirrored the terror I felt.

I heard Derek let out a chuckle behind us. “Well, I’m afraid you’re going to have to find your walls elsewhere, kids.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him take a step in between me and Daniel. I knew he’d recognise me the moment he saw me.

He stepped in front of us and turned to face us. “Why don’t you run along now, before I have to get the police involved?” It was all lies, of course. He just thought we were a harmless bunch of teenagers who he could scare off with police threats. I tried to put my head down, quickly, but it was too late. His eyes narrowed as he got a look at my face. “Lissa Bennett.” He let out a mocking tut. “What an earth would your father say if he knew you were breaking and entering?”

I saw Daniel stare at me. I remembered that Adam and I hadn’t gotten round to telling him who Derek was. I figured he must have worked out that he was the man in front of us, due to his expensive, pristine suit. But Daniel looked utterly confused by the fact that he knew who I was.

I looked up at him, trying to play innocent. “You won’t tell him, will you Mr Miller?” But he wasn’t looking at me anymore. His gaze was fixed on Daniel.

“You must be Mr Evans?” My heart sank as Derek realised who the boy next to me was. He looked back at me, a smile forming on his lips. “Yes, Stacey did mention that you’d become rather close.” I bet Stacey had no idea that her bitching rants to her father about her classmates had put us into unimaginable danger. I bet she had no idea that her father was probably the most dangerous man in our town.

Daniel glared up at him. “What have you done with my brother?”

“Daniel,” I warned. “Don’t.” He ignored me.

I didn’t even notice the other two men that had walked up behind us until Derek looked over my head.

“Take these three to the room upstairs,” he said to them. I spun round to see the thuggish looking men he was addressing. “Mr Evans wishes to see his brother.”

I contemplated trying to run, but I knew we didn’t stand a chance. Before I even had time to think, one of the men had grabbed onto my arm, grip like a vice, as he began to pull me down the corridor. I looked over at Daniel, who was also being dragged along. I heard two sets of footsteps behind us and glanced over my shoulder to see Adam and the other man.

We turned a corner at the end of the corridor and saw a narrow staircase, leading to another upper floor. The men took us up the stairs, every step filling me with more dread. I tried to stay as calm as I could, looking for a way to get us out of this mess. Why hadn’t I thought to bring anything with me? Even if I’d just stuffed a pair of scissors into a handbag, it would have been something to use in self-defence. For a fleeting moment, I thought back to the night I had my first vision, when Charlotte told me I’d fail in a real life horror situation. I almost laughed out loud at the irony.

When we reached the top of the staircase, we were taken through a set of crumbling, old, wooden doors, which led to another corridor. There was a small amount of light coming under a door further down. When we got outside this door, the man who had hold of me opened it and dragged me inside, followed by the others. The light in the room was dim but I could make out a figure, sitting against the far wall. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw it was a boy.

“Charlie!” I heard Daniel call from behind. The boys head shot up. He had a few cuts and bruises, but apart from that, he looked relatively unharmed.

“Check their pockets.” The other man that had been on the lower floor had made his way up the stairs behind us and was now standing in the doorway. I felt a hand slip unzip the pocket on my jacket and my phone was pulled out. The same went for Adam and Daniel.

“Could you do me a favour?” I looked up at the man who had hold of my arm and now my phone. “Please try not to scratch the screen. You have no idea how much that thing cost.” He snarled down at me. It was worth a try, I thought. I glanced over at Adam, who was staring at me, incredulous.

The man holding Daniel let go of his arm and he rushed forward to get to his brother. I felt the grip leave my arm and before I had time to process that I wasn’t being held anymore, the four men had left the room and we heard a bolt fall into place on the other side of the door.

Adam hurried over to me. “Don’t scratch my phone?” he said with an exasperated look on his face. “Are you trying to get us killed?”

I took a few steps towards Daniel and Charlie. Charlie kept apologising over and over to Daniel, but he wasn’t listening. He was just holding him, happy to see that he was okay. For now.

I studied the room we were in. No windows, of course. There was a bed along the left-hand side wall and a small table with a lantern lamp on it. I assumed Charlie had been made to sleep here. I shuddered.

“Any ideas?” Adam asked. I sighed and shook my head.

Daniel pulled back just enough to look at Charlie’s face. “Have they kept you here all this time?”

He nodded. “It’s my fault,” he told him, his eyes saddened. “I should never have gone looking for him.” He was talking about his father, obviously.

“I should have listened to you, Charlie,” Daniel reassured him. “It’s not your fault.” He looked up at me and Adam. “We need to get of here.”

I glanced around the darkened room again. There was no way out other than that bolted door. I looked back at Adam, hopelessly. I walked over to where Charlie and Daniel were sitting and sat myself down, leaning my head back against the wall. Why hadn’t I just called the police the minute I realised who Derek was?

I looked over and saw Charlie, glancing between me and Adam. “Who are you?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.

“They’re friends of mine,” Daniel told him. Charlie continued to look at us, probably trying to figure out if he’d met us before.

“I’m Lissa,” I said to him as cheerily as I could, given the situation we were in. “That’s Adam.” Adam gave a nod of acknowledgement and continued to analyse the room, seeing if there was a possible escape for us. There wasn’t.

“Do you know what they’re up to?” Daniel asked his brother.

Charlie looked up at him. “Dad ran off, the night that I found him. I heard two of the men saying that he was wanted back here. They’re using me to blackmail him into coming back.”

“I thought you’d gone away with him, Charlie.” Daniel ran a hand through his hair, his eyes apologetic. “I’m so sorry.”

“I should never have gone to him in the first place.” Charlie lowered his head. “You warned me he was involved with gangs. Do you think they’ll let us go if he turns up? They told me they’d gotten a message out to him to be here tonight.” I remembered Jade telling me that Derek was leaving in a couple of days. Obviously, he wants to finish his ‘work’ here before leaving.

Daniel sighed. “I don’t know, Charlie.”

I could tell that he was thinking the same as I was. Derek didn’t seem like the sort of man who’d just let us walk away. What was to stop us from going to the police the minute we left? It dawned on me then, exactly how much danger we were in.

Adam walked over to the door, inspecting it.

“You won’t get out of it,” Charlie said to him from across the room. “Believe me, I’ve tried.” He dropped his hand and walked back over to us, sitting down next to me.

“Well then,” Daniel’s voice was surprisingly confident as he stood up and unbuckled the belt from his jeans. I raised a brow at him. “We’re going to need a plan.”

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