Brad's POV:
I lie Amy down in her bed and begin scanning the room. I glance at her bedside clock to see it reads 1 am. I step back and look at Amy's unconscious form as my mind begins to race with thoughts. I had drugged her drink at the bar and her bottle in the few moments I had it and she had been none the wiser. Surprisingly the drug worked quickly and was very effective.
I couldn't find what I was looking for in her room so I walked to the living room and began to look everywhere for anything that would connect Amy to Henry or why he suddenly disappeared.
Her house is large with an open floor plan with the living room to the left when you exit the bedroom and the kitchen to the right. A large island separates the two rooms and a small table sits against the wall to my right. Amy's almost empty bottle of vodka sits dead center on the table.
I shake my head and begin snooping around the house. I check behind the two closed doors in the hallway closest to Amy's bedroom first. Behind one door is a laundry room with a utility closet inside. Behind the second door is an open studio.
I walk around the mostly empty space and admire the work that has been put into the room. There seems to be some sort of soundproofing on the walls and the glass window pane looks thicker and has a foggy tint to it. There is a bar along one wall with a large mirror hanging behind it and a large stereo in the corner. A few chairs are lined on the opposite wall and a small mini fridge sits next to them. I scan the room not seeing anything that jumps out at me so I leave the studio and shut the door behind me.
I don't find anything that will be of any use to me as I continue to glance around the house one last time. I spot a set of keys on the counter and pick them up, thinkin they may prove useful I place them in my pocket then leave.
Amy's POV:
I awake the next morning an hour before my alarm goes off. My head is pounding and it feels as if my entire body has been hit by a truck. I sat up in bed as last night's events rushed back to me. I swiftly look around my room to see that Brad is nowhere in sight. I begin to cry at the realization that I don't remeber what happened last night and I silently hate myself as I send out a text to a coworker letting them know I will be a little late this morning before I head for the bathroom.
The hot water feels good on my sore body as memories from the night before flash in my mind. I feel my face redden from embarrassment. Once I get out of the shower I dress in a light tee shirt and a pair of jeans and pull my hair up into a loose messy ponytail.
Light streams through the windows of the house and I hear the beeping of the automatic coffee pot sound through the silent house. I'm standing in the kitchen sipping on my coffee when I suddenly hear a soft familiar tapping coming from the patio door. I grab a small bowl of fruit from the fridge as the tapping begins again. I open the door and step out onto the patio. The familiar large red and black bird flies down from above my door onto the banister in front of me.
"Well good morning Morgana." I say as I pick up a piece of fruit and offer it to her.
Morgana eats the small piece quickly and then growls at me loudly as she tilts her head to one side. I gently rub the side of her face and she closes her eyes and leans into my hand. Once she is satisfied she begins to peck at the remaining fruit in the bowl in front of her. I give her one last final head scratch then go back inside.
I grab my things and head to the garage stopping just before opening the door. I search myself over but can't seem to find my keys anywhere. I sigh loudly and open the door to see my 2015 softail Harley-Davidson sitting in my garage keys hanging in the ignition. Relief and unease washes over me all at once. I grabbed my keys from the ignition and began to head towards my 69' Camaro.
My bike and my car are really the only two things I could thank my family for. They had always told me starting at a young age that I would never amount to anything and that I wouldn't be able to accomplish the goals I had made for myself. As life would have it I would prove them wrong and after a year of saving up money from working as a waitress I was able to buy my Camaro.
It was in terrible shape when I got her but thankfully I had a cousin who I was super close with that knew a thing or two about cars and had her running in no time. It took me another year of savings to have the body work and paint done. I left my families home shortly after and haven't seen or heard from any of them since with the exception of my cousin, his wife, and their children. He and I were alike in a lot of ways. We were both the black sheep of the family.
I run my hand along the matte black hood as I make my way to the driver side door. After another sigh I get in the car and head towards the office. After a packed morning full of appointments I eat a quick lunch with Jason and Edna two of my coworkers. After lunch I dive right into an article I have been writing this past week. I'm so focused that I drown out everything and everyone around me.