Running Scared - In Search of Truth Pt1

My NaNoWriMo Entry for 2013.

Sinead and Tom are two like minded spirits who find that love is hard to share. They must overcome the everyday problems they have to find if Pokemon actually survive. From grimy Stockby, their search takes them to Malaysia and the truth, but can they handle the truth and will they be together at the end?

Please note that is not a novel about Pokemon.

Inspired by a conversation around a campfire.

Dedicated to the real Sinead. #iLECT

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20. Hell gets Hotter - Sinead's Point of View

As the receptionist nodded towards us, the Policeman approached Tom and I.

 

‘Mr Holder?’ he said.

 

‘Yes’ Said Tom

 

‘Do you own a red Alfa Romeo registration SC11ECT?’

 

‘Yes, why. What have I done?’

 

‘Nothing sir, there seems to have been a little damage done to it, could you come and have a look please sir’

 

We followed the policeman out and across the car park. It sat at the furthest place on the car park. At first I didn't think anything was wrong, but as I got closer I noticed the side windows were shattered, the shards of glass sparkling like diamonds in the weak sunlight. On the bonnet of my poor red Alfa were crudely scratched the word SLUT.

 

It was the scene from a movie. I saw Tom slump to his knees in slow motion on the damp tarmac. The bags dropping from his hands. He loved this car. I was speechless standing open mouthed looking at the word engraved into the red bonnet. This had been aimed at me again. They’d attacked Tom’s car but this was aimed squarely at myself.

 

The policeman looked on in slight amusement I thought.

 

‘So is this your car?’

 

Idiot I thought, would he be having this reaction if it wasn’t his? I nodded at him and crouched down to comfort Tom.

 

‘And you are Miss ?’

 

‘I’m his fiancee. Why has someone done this?’

 

‘I don't know Miss, lets go into the office and get some details’

 

I helped Tom up and carrying the bags managed to follow the Police into an office in the Travel Tavern. I have to admit that the staff were pretty good, they got us settled and gave us coffee and biscuits. Tom sat there just staring forward. He was trembling. Urging him to drink the coffee picked it up and took a mouthful. All of a sudden he reached out and grabbed the wastebin that was at his side. Holding it too his head he retched and up came the coffee along with everything else. I stroked his back and tried to help him. Once more he vomited into the bin. I leant on his shoulder trying to reassure him, stroking his back. Last night Tom had been there for me, today I needed to be there for him.

 

The staff took away the bin and opened a window to dissipate the smell of vomit, it’s amazing how it fills a room instantly with the putrid smell Luckily we hadn’t had breakfast yet.

 

‘Are you OK sir?’ the Policeman asked.

 

Tom nodded, a tinge of colour returning to his grey white parchment like skin. We then had a conversation about who might have done this, what time we’d parked. All the usual stuff. I mentioned about what had happened last night at our home. This time the policeman’s interest seemed to have picked up. He left the room and went to make a phone call to his station. I held Toms’ hands and talked to him, I told him that was a car, it didn’t matter, it could be replaced. His shock was palatable though. He wasn’t really listening to me. Like I was last night, he’d shut himself down.

 

‘Sin, They followed us her, they followed us, who’s out to destroy us?’ he said suddenly. He’d obviously been thinking for the last few minutes.

 

The policeman came back into the room and sat down.

 

‘Ah, I’ve rung the station and got up to speed with the case. So have you any idea about why you’re being targeted?’ he quizzed.

 

At that moment Tom’s phone started to ring. He picked it out of his pocket and handed it to me indicating that he couldn’t talk. Answering the phone, I discovered that it was a call from Bob, our neighbour. He had bad news. I handed the phone to the policeman so he could talk to him.

 

Facing Tom, I started to tell him the news. When Bob had gone around to our house this morning he’d found a broken window. Searching around he found that all our clothes, personal possessions had been either been slashed or broken. Paint daubed slogans had been painted in most rooms. I hadn’t asked what but I think we could guess what they were.

 

We looked at each other in disbelief. Why was our life changing so drastically. What had we done wrong. It was amazing to think that yesterday we had been celebrating our engagement. Hugging each other was our only solace. From what Bob said we didn’t have much in the way of personal belonging left, apart from what we had in our bags and pockets.

 

‘Your neighbour’s told me all about it, I think we’ll have to go to the station and fill in some forms. I’m really sorry for what you’re going through. I’ll arrange to have your car recovered and then we’ll set off.’

 

For the first time he seemed genuinely sorry for our distress. Leaving us on our own he left to finish his job. It was hard coming to terms with what had happened. I kept thinking of things that I had, that were no longer there, little things like a top that I’d thought I looked particularly seductive in.


‘They followed us and then went back to trash the house’ Tom kept saying. I kissed his hand and he smiled, ‘there’s just the two of us now’

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