The Divorce

30

"Walk," there it was again, the hand on my back pushing me forward.

"But I can't see," I whispered, clearly not dead after all.

The hand pushed with more pressure on my back and I took a step forward, the ground was incredibly wobbly so I jutted out my hands and touched the sides, realising that it was just brick.

"Where are we?"

"The catering corridors,"

"Then where are the lights for the caterers," I asked.

A little light started flashing, and I realised it was his phone, "The old ones, no one uses these anymore so they're locked up. It just connects the levels via corridors and stairs."

I felt a sudden chill through my body, "No one uses these...so there could be maybe like...ghosts, or rats, or spiders," I shivered looking around. 

"Can you walk in front?" I asked, I wasn't sure why I was whispering surely no one could hear us here, and that only made me feel dizzier. I wasn't claustrophobic, or at least I didn't think I was, but this space was really making me feel all hot and sweaty.

"Why?"

"In case we see a rat or something, I don't want to be the one attacked first," I pointed out. I heard another sigh, and the light went off before I heard an "okay,".

The only issue was, there wasn't enough space for both of us to walk side to side. 

"Maybe jump over me, I'll bend down?" I suggested, the smartest idea my brain could come up with. I thought it would be easy, because he was tall, but judging by his lack of response, it clearly wasn't a good idea. 

Instead I felt his arms on my shoulders, "Just turn to the side," He muttered, like he was telling a ten year what to do.

Well, I wasn't very cultured in the art of walking through old abandoned catering tunnels built in secret, so I did have a ten year old's knowledge in this department.

Except I wasn't as petite as the pretty lady, so I wasn't sure on earth he was thinking when he tried to just "Walk next to me,"

It didn't work.

I could hear the shuffling of fabric as he turned, to face me, I didn't need the light to know that he was facing me, especially when I felt his hand on one side of the wall, the fabric of his blazer's sleeve  touching the side of my neck, almost making me ticklish. 

"Sorry," he said.

For what?

But before I asked, I realised why, as he tried to squish past me. I held my breathe trying to lean back as much as I could against the hard brick wall, to avoid brushing into him. Cause that was just weird...yet the wall wasn't malleable. 

I tilted my head down just a little bit, as I felt the fabric brush against me for a split second as his body rotated around mine. From the sudden warmth of him being so close to me, then came the freezing cold as he finally took a step forward. 

The light came back and I quickly righted myself, trying not to pick the scent of cologne he was wearing today as he kept walking. I placed a hand on the wall, this time to steady me from feeling a little too stuffed in this small place as I followed him in quietness. 

I kept an ear out for any animal like sounds, especially rodents, but then focused on the tapping of his shoes and my heels against the unstable ground, because I didn't want to hear rodents. It would freak me out even more.

Gabriel came to a stop again and I looked up at his back, "Stairs now, don't fall," He warned me.

Oh great, but that made sense as our rooms were definitely not on this floor.