SHH! There's a Killer in the House

The words to Baby Baby Baby by Endeverafter was stuck in my head. My father and I were in his room, he was reading some book in German and I am staring at my nails. I need to stop biting at them. They are so short; thank God I got my mother’s kind of fingers that are long and slender. Don’t stop, take it all away. Baby baby baby, come on and show me what you got. “Heather. Heather? HEATHER!” My father half screamed.

“Huh?” I looked up at him. “What?”

He glared at me. “I asked you, have you seen Bryan lately?”

“No, why would I have seen him?” Jace walked into the room with stressful look on his face. My father and he traded looks. “What the hell is going on?”

Jace shook his head, “Nothing, come on.”

I got up, there was no use to ask any more questions. They wouldn’t tell me even if they were being tortured to death and all they had to do was tell me what’s going on to be set free. Stupid man pride, first they say they don’t need help but the minute they realize they can’t do anything, and then they want a woman’s help.

Without even following Jace, I walked into his room and slammed the door shut. The lock clicked a few seconds later. His room looked like a guy’s room with shirts slung all over and random stuff in different piles. But I do give him credit, he didn’t let anything touch his bookcase that doesn’t belong. His collection ranged from murder mystery to romance to books on how to make different things.

Looking over the books, I finally decided on Dark Tower by Stephen King. If only I could sit down for five seconds to read it, after the first page, I was done. Screw it. I began picking up all the clothes and organized the room.
*****
Once again, everyone one was out in the nearby cities and roads, this time looking for Bryan and Kent. Both never made it to the hotel they visit regularly. The clerk called in to the mansion, asking if Bryan was going to come to the room he rented out.

So far no trace has been found. Not one hair. Not one print. Not one anything. He disappeared off the face of the earth. The last time anyone saw him….

….Well, the last time anyone apart of the company saw him. He and is boy toy were in the trunk his Lincoln, gagged and bound. The driver of the car headed north, up the interstate. He had been driving all night and most of the morning without stopping except for gas a few times.
*****
Days came and went. Everyone that knew what was happening had been so stressed out about the missing CEO. Trackers, bounty hunters, detectives, and everything in between were called out to help the hunt. From coast to coast, country to country, everyone was on the hunt for Bryan Arther. In Bryan’s absent, Jace had to take over.

Heather sat quietly on the bed, watching people walk in and out of the room she and Jace shared. Either they came to say they’re sorry about the missing brother or talk about whatever business they ran and how they needed this or that. Good lord, Heather thought, why do these grown people have to whine about little things that don’t matter?

After the second group of people finally made their way out of the room, Jace began banging his head on the desk he was seating by. Heather picked up the magazine she dropped down on the bed for the fifth time; other then the pictures, nothing of interest from the glossy pages jumped out at her. “Why the fuck do I have to listen to this crap?” Jace mumbled to himself and into the wood.

“Because you are the idiot that let the people into your room,” she joked, getting up off the bed and stretching. “I’m hungry.”

He looked up, glaring at her. “Good for you.”

“Ok, sense you aren’t getting the hint, here it is: you haven’t left this room for three days, literally, someone has been bringing you what and need. And if I have to stay in here, or in my father’s room for one more minute, I’m going to go into your closet and hang myself with one of your tack-ass ties!” Heather half yelled, half hissed, jumping off the bed and stomping over to the depressed man at the desk. Her hands were on her hips with her chin up in the air.

A hint of a smiled danced across his face. “And what would you want to eat, Your Highness?”

“McDonald’s and maybe some Ted Drew’s,” Heather demanded, still with her chin up in the air, trying to suppress her laughter at his face.

He sighed in defeat, “Let me get my keys and see if anyone else wants to come.”

Heather waited for Jace in the kitchen. She looked over the beautiful plates behind the glass door on one of the shelves. Blue and pink hand-painted flowers circled around the plates in a delicate, soft way. A little glass vase in the back of the shelf was a dried-out rose that caught her eye. Why is that in here? She thought as she turned to the sound of footprints entering the kitchen.

“Are you ready?” Jace asked with his hand out for her.

“Yeah.” They walked into the hallway. Landon was standing there with Alyssa under his arm. Before Heather could ask any question, the couple ahead of her walked to the door. “Huh?”

“I’ll explain later,” he kissed the top of her dumbfounded head before escorting her out of the house