66 the mischief

Monica's head was pounding, she reaches up to touch her forehead and find her movements restricted. Her hands were tied with rope. What the hell? Trying to look around, it’s dark, she was in a small cramped space, she was in a goddamn car boot. Closing her eyes, she tries to keep her breathing even and recall how she got here. She remembers being at work, she was serving snacks to an elderly patient. She remembers an orderly entering the room and that’s it. But she can’t remember anything else. She just need to breathe, stay calm. As much as she wants to scream out, she knows she needs to stay calm. The longer whoever put her here thinks she is still out of it, the longer Julien has to realise that she was missing and start searching. Oh god, the thought of Julien brings tears to her eyes. This is meant to be the start of their forever. What if they don’t get a forever? What if this morning was the last time she would get to kiss him? Hug him? She should have listened to him, she