A rude awakening
1030 Words
*Zac*
I float in a warm nothing … feeling weightless and it is like all my nerve ends are working overtime, my skin kinda tingling in a weird but fun way.
Then something attacks my peace, and my ears, a horrible sound like a bunch of cats being tortured to death, making me dumb back into my body with a slam.
What the f**k !
I blink my eyes open. Why does my head suddenly feel like I have the hangover of a lifetime ? Why does my body hurt ? I sit up trying to stop my head from spinning. Wait, why am I in my old trailer ?
I look around, and for a moment I wonder if Astrid and I were just a dream. Am I still just a pathetic, lonely drunk in an old smelly trailer ?
I look again, no … it is clear to see my trailer is not really used anymore. And the side still has the bullet holes to remind me of the shoot out. And while I do not smell really … newly washed, I also do not smell of beach bum.
But what am I doing here ? I live in Astrid’s house now.
I try to focus, Astrid went to visit her sister. She brought Pjuske, because I was working a case and would be out most of the time. I went to a bar looking for … someone. Damn, my memory is all fuzzy. Did I get drunk ? No, I don't really do that anymore, also I have never been this drunk.
Suddenly I realize what it was that woke me, and has my head pounding … horribly played rock music from outside.
I get up and walk outside, still trying to get my bearings back and remember how the hell I ended up here.
“Guys … guys !” I call, waving my hands as I approach the other trailer, one I haven’t seen before. “Guys, please stop”.
Outside are three Young longhaired men that look like hippie backpackers, and a mangy looking dog. The nearest man looks up at me. “Hello neighbor”.
“Hi”. I say running a hand through my hair. “Look I am not one to put the brakes on a party, but Uhm it's very early, and you guys can’t play or sing … so”.
“Too early ?” The guy with the annoying man bun on top of his head says. “No way man, it is never too early to rock. Super fun”.
They all start cheering, chirping and whooping, making my head feel about to burst.
“This is my wolves”. Man bun says, making me seriously consider turning right in front of them, just for the fun of it.
“Amazing”. I mumble, telling myself to be good, for Astrid. “As you can see, this part of the beach is kinda taken, so maybe you could … rock up the coast, yes ?”
He just looks at me. “This is a public beach … yes ?”
“So, where are you guys from ?” I ask.
“Amsterdam … we are here to rock Copenhagen”. He says with a grin, and his two friends nod.
And then he starts playing noisily on his electric guitar and all three begin singing along out of tune. Making the wolf growl in my head, which does not help with the headache.
I turn and spot the amplifier for the guitar, step over to it, lift it and rip out all the vores, also those not meant to be removable, I look at it, as the three men shut up and then I throw it in the sand, wading back towards my trailer. “Welcome to Denmark, boys”.
Back in the trailer I pick up my phone on the table … dead of course. So I quickly plug it into the charger. Astrid will probably try calling me, even if she knows I am working … and I do not want her to get worried for no reason.
I start searching the trailer for any clue how I got here, and why … but there is none. And as there is no food or anything in the fridge, actually it is switched off, I assume it wasn’t something I had planned.
What the hell has happened ? I am not liking this.
As my phone comes to life I hear it start to vibrate like crazy, like a horde of messages at stuff is coming all at once. So I hurry over to pick it up, wondering if there is an important case or something.
Twenty-two messages, thirteen missed calls, ten messages on my answering machine, and most from Astrid. Oh wow, I mean I miss her too, but it is not like her to be so needy … this is weird.
I stand for a moment, feeling fear grip me … is something wrong ? Has something happened ? Is it her sister calling me from her phone ? Every bad scenario flashes through my head.
Then the phone rings, Astrid’s smiling face appears on the screen and I pick it up. “Hi baby”.
“Zac, thank god you are okay”. She breathes out.
“Of course I am”. I say, confused. “I was scared something happened to you, I mean with all the calls and messages”.
She sighs. “Well when you didn’t answer … I know you were working a case but still Zac, two days with your phone off and no sign of life … not okay”.
“Wait what ? Two days”. I shake my head. “It’s only Sunday”.
“No Zac”. Now she sounds really worried. “It’s tuesday”.
I pull the phone from my ear, looking at the screen, and there it is screaming at me, the date … I have lost two days. How ?
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