All Chapters of Wrenched: Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

        The next day came by much slower than she had anticipated. A part of her dreaded that the detective might have just been right about Robert all along. After she hung up the cell yesterday, she couldn't  concentrate on anything other than what the detective had said. As much she tried to get it off her head, that was all she thought about the night before. When Sam called to check on her, she seemed 'off' as he described to Margaret when he asked after Theresa was fine. Her replies were monotonous which frustrated him but all the more, worried him, he itched to drive back immediately just to see her. She was in a cab, subconscious of anything and everything happening around her and hadn't realized that they had been in a particular spot for the last ten minutes. The driver even had to turn off the ignition and was half asleep, sweating profusely. Theresa snapped back to reality when the woman wheeling the car behind them kept honking h

       Margaret sat in the stool behind the kitchen counter, her eyes fixated on the wall clock hanging beside that painting of Robert. It was past 11pm and Theresa still hadn't returned. She'd never stayed out past 9pm and even when she did, she always made sure to call. But today, she hadn't and Margaret took it as a liberty to call her a dozen times to which she didn't answer or text back which worried her gruesomely. Her phone sat in the side quietly calling her to pick it up and dial Theresa for the hundredth time. Just then, Robert drove in. She allowed herself to believe Theresa was with him, they probably met at a mart or somewhere and rode home together. Even if that didn't answer why she wasn't replying her calls, she chose to hope it was so, much to her dismay. Robert walked in half drunk, stinking ferociously of alcohol. Quite unusual, but Margaret was too tensed to remember that. Immediately he walked in, she rushed to the door and bo

"... if you so much as touch a strand of hair on her head Simon," Robert threatened sternly over the phone. Simon on the other end, kept laughing to whatever it was he found amusing. "Tsk tsk," he sneered. "I don't like threats Rob so," he growled loudly, Robert dropped his phone. "Stop doing that!" "You're crazy Simon. Where's Theresa?" he asked after picking up his phone. "Why? Yo want to say hello?" he was wearing a disgusting smirk on his face.Theresa was thrown back into the empty closet by Tiger who was greatly interested in 'having' her much to the disapproval of Simon who threatened the beat the life out of him if he touched her. Her head had been aching since the day before and the tears that kept falling from her eyes wasn't helping either. They had offered her a burger with a medium sized bottle of coke which she'd downed instantly. She and Simon had an 'interesting' conversation about the list of things he planned to do to R

'What???' was the resounding word in Robert's head. Theresa's eyes burned with unshed tears, she didn't know when it started falling freely. She closed her eyes, praying for miracle."You must be crazy to think I'll let that happen.""You can't stop this," he motioned to the situation there. "It'll happen whether you want it to or not. Now I don't have any plans to kill you, come on that's too easy. Nothing compared to thirty years in prison. So this is a much ideal picture. A guilted man in prison for who knows how long? He laughed. "You'll go mad."Simon moved back to lean on the edge of the wall, tapping his pistol restlessly on his thighs. It was a great distance down to the ground yet he leaned so comfortably into it. "You know, the plan was to take out your wife, which would make you lose it but apparently, this woman here—" he pointed the pistol to Theresa who shrieked backwards. "somehow came into the picture. How she did that, I have no idea. But it just p