BABY
The notion that I am being watched has fully taken over my mind, driving me insane. This is much worse than being in Charles's clutches; I'm constantly afraid that Charles or his men will come for me. The pressure is never-ending.
I can't sleep. I can't eat properly. I stay in the tub and stare blankly on the wall.
If not on the wall I stare most of the time at the Nanogex IV bag, just sitting on top of an old table with no chairs that came with the house.
The hospital nurse had this in a bag for me before I left. I was informed that I was clutching it tight when someone found me.
I close my eyes and pray for a single tear. "Come on, cry, get it out," I yell at myself. I can't even weep, despite my best efforts; not a single tear has fallen from my eyes.
I'm not sure what's going on with me, but the way I'm acting is clearly a condition of shock, or am I suffering from some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder? Whatever the case may be, it must be managed. It's something I've had to do more for. I tried to resist it, but my head had become even more twisted.
No one will ever believe what Charles had done to me as there were no scars but my mind remembers every single thing he has done to my body. It's etched in my brain forever.
I last recall disengaging those mechanical insects before waking up in a public hospital. Doctors and authorities were questioning me, but I knew better than to answer, so I lied and told them I couldn't remember anything.
I know enough about having a brain concussion, the result and everything didn't support my claim. However, the physician who was in charge of seeing me turned a blind eye. I knew right away that she is under Charles's payroll.
Who knows, who else is watching me. No one can be trusted.
Before I checked myself out of the hospital, I looked at my bank account and all the money I wired Charles to save Astor's life was back. Did Charles really keep his word about letting me go? I made my way back to the cabin.
My old truck is even parked outside. Everything is where I left it. Charles had someone take care of the rent and sent the money for an additional two months; maybe he had intended to keep me for that long and had changed his mind, or was it because I genuinely defeated him at his game?
I made the decision to leave everything the moment I walked into the shower, my breath caught in my throat as I remembered vivid memories of how it all began. I just grabbed my bag, dashed outside, and sped away from this location in my vehicle.
I even abandoned my pickup and retrieved one of the automobiles I'd stashed away in an airport parking lot. Fortunately, I usually kept a bag with a wig and other disguised items on hand.
It's been three weeks since I woke up and found myself in a public hospital.
I've already moved into my new beachfront cottage. I looked for three days to check whether the house had been bugged with surveillance equipment, but I couldn't find anything.
On my fifth day, I made sure to stock up on food so that I wouldn't have to go out as much. I was tempted to get a new phone, but I knew it could be hacked and used to track me in an instant because they have everything they need.
I'm very aware that the cabin is empty of everything. Except for bedding with sheets, food, and a few pieces of clothes, I haven't had the energy to shop for anything for the new home. I'm constantly concerned that having everything in place will be for nothing if I'm kidnapped once again.
One morning, I just woke up and finally came to my senses that even with all of these precautions, I knew I wouldn't be able to hide from the technology Charles possesses. It is so intelligent that the system could find even a little mouse if he wanted to.
I look outside the window and It's what I've always wanted and waited for two years, and now that I'm here, my mind won't let me leave the house. My brain wouldn't let me start over. My stomach grumbled and I made my way towards the shabby fridge which came with the house also.
There's only a little food stock left in the fridge. I'm gonna have to find the will to get out. I'm on my bed, lying under the cover just breathing and waiting for something when all of sudden I thought of the wine. It surprised me with how good it tasted.
Just like that, the will to get up has come. I've decided to be an alcoholic. It's the only rational thing that comes to mind. I got up quickly, put on whatever I had laying around as I don't really have much clothing yet, took the car keys and drove off.
I didn't dare to make eye contact for no one is to be trusted, but a few pleasant faces attempted to strike up a little chat with me, I felt bad for I kept my responses brief appearing to be a snob and claimed to have a sore throat, demonstrating that I couldn't actually say much. I didn't miss the strange look they gave me when they noticed a number of wine bottles in my basket, leading me to fill up the cart with other food items as I walked to the checkout, avoiding the cashier's glaze so she would have a conversation as well.
I remember why I decided to make my home in this place. It's the welcoming community that I used to like that has now become overbearing. I dashed into the driver's seat after rapidly loading all of the items into the vehicle.
I turned on the car's ignition but the car wouldn't start. I tried a couple of times to start it but nothing. I pounced on the driver's wheel out of frustration.
I drew in a deep breath for It's official: I'm the town's crazy woman, I'm even dressed like one seeing my reflection and I'm really losing touch with reality, being paranoid.
I'm a programmer who specializes in hacking. I've hacked a billion-dollar formula and can't get this automobile to start. I just sat in the car till I could compose myself. It took me half an hour. I thought about rigging the wires to start it, but it's an old car. It might have a bigger problem than just the ignition.
I walked back to the store where the payphone was, I dialed the number for the towing company and the line rang only once before I could hear Astor's familiar voice."We only have 5 seconds to talk, go back to the store and use the first stall in the bathroom, then come back to your car."
I immediately hung up the phone and went in search of the restroom. When I initially entered the first stall, there was a little package waiting for me with a letter that said to smash it and consume it. When I opened the package, there was a massive white pill inside. I shattered it fast and swallowed the liquid within. I took a sip of the horrible bitter drink and nearly puked it up, but I made sure to swallow it all. I bought some more beverages and headed back to my car as quickly as I could.
As I reinserted the key into the ignition and started the automobile, my heart were trembling for my adrenaline is up with the hope Astor is giving me. I was confident that the automobile would work this time.
Suddenly, I heard Astor's voice in the rear seat. I was taken aback and nearly leaped out of my seat.
"Astor" I shriek, calling out his name in happiness seeing him alive.
I peered in my rearview mirror and didn't see him; he must have tucked himself in or worn something to disguise himself in the backseat. I cocked my head to watch how he did it.
"Don't look back Baby, I need your prints here!" Astor handing me a small wireless print scanner.
"Get on the freeway right now." As I place my face back on the wheel, Astor instructs that I return the scanner equipment to him. Astor is a fascinating character. He's renowned for having the finest camouflage technique, so I was also curious as to how he was captured by Charles''.
"You only have five hours before they can detect you again." Astor says as I hear him typing something on his laptop.
"Where are we going? I'm so glad you found me. Did you get my message? Did you take out the bomb on your neck? " As I start the car and drive to the highway, my mind was racing with questions.
"Yes, thank you! I got the chip out right away when I got your message. I tracked you down because Charles left crumbs everywhere. He clearly wants me to find you." My mind went numb hearing this.
"Charles knew!"
He knew that I sent the binary code and yet he didn't kill me. I'm more frightened now on what he has in store for me once he catches me. I snap back from my thoughts when Astor tugs me "Are you listening Baby?"
"As I was saying the pill you took is camouflage. It can trick Charle's system, but only for few hours. You need to wear this as well."
Astor handed me the bracelet. He went on to say that this gadget will mask any recognition I have in the system, but only for five hours since the liquid I just drank works in tandem with this gadget.
"Can you tell me where we're going?" I asked.
"I'm taking you to your aunt. She's in hiding but we need to hurry up." Astor says. The second I heard my aunt's name, I turned the wheels back to my cabin.
The Nanogex IV to cure her was back in the house. The ride to the highway's entrance which he ordered has come but I drove pass it.This might be my last chance to save my aunt before I get caught by Charles again.
"No Baby turn around, we're running out of time, we have to get back to your aunt." Astor yells.
"Astor please you have to trust me, there's a cure sitting in my cabin, It's for my her, believe me." I swerved the wheels, scratching the car fender as it hit a sidewalk curve.
"Listen Baby, forget about it, We are running out of time and I don't have a lot of those pills left!" While nudging my shoulder, Astor says.
"I can't leave those Nanogex behind, Astor, just believe me, I'll be fast and keep hidden."
My discontent is audible in my voice, which frustrates him. He flopped down on the back seat once more. So, on my way back to my cabin, I described what it did to me to make him understand.
In less than 20 mins, we reached my cabin. I fumbled for my keys to open the door and went straight to grab the Nanogex. I dashed to my car and drove quickly to the highway. My heart is racing driving like a real crazy woman in town, and for the first time in three years, I've never felt such a strong desire to break the law and get away from it all.
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