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Chuck didnโt think his mum would ever stop talking. She was in tears as soon as she heard his voice and no matter what he said she wouldnโt stop interrupting him. He was just outside Victoria station, trying to calm her down before travelling to Kingโs Cross to start the journey home. He couldnโt tell if she was pleased to hear his voice or angry about being missing for a week. Heโd decided, while travelling through the tunnels with Fiona, that he would say he was mugged and went into hospital with no ID, so they didnโt know who to contact. Thankfully, heโd left his phone at a friends house, so once heโd woken up and been discharged he was able to go to his friendโs house and collect his phone and make the phone call. His friend didnโt even know the phone was there, so he hadnโt seen the missed calls and was just as worried about him as everyone else was. Chuck wasnโt sure if thatโs how it would work in reality, but it made enough sense in his head to explain everything. He just hoped there wouldnโt be further questions.
There wasnโt time for questions though. Chuck found out that his parents had called the police. He was found on CCTV until he wasnโt. They thought it must have been a glitch and there was some footage that was lost. His parents had actually travelled to London to try and find him. Theyโd been in contact with everyone possible, and no one had seen him. To answer this he told them that he was with a new friend, Fiona, who he hadnโt known for that long so hadnโt mentioned her before. The conversation went around in circles for what felt like a long time.
โIโm so sorry for worrying everyone,โ he said eventually once everything started to slow down.
โIโm just glad youโre alive. I didnโt know what happened to you. None of us did. We havenโt slept. Where are you now? Weโve been staying with your auntie Pearl. Do you know how to get there?โ
โUmm, Iโm near Victoria station, thatโs close to where Fiona lives. I think I know how to get to Pearlโs flat.โ
โOkay. Come straight here. Iโm going to call everyone and let them know whatโs happened. Iโm so glad to hear your voice.โ
โSame.โ
โI was so scared.โ
โI know, mum. Iโm sorry.โ
โJust come here, please. Iโll put your dad on as well, so you can speak to him. He was so worried about you.โ
โOkay, thanks mum. Iโll see you soon. Iโm so sorry.โ
โItโs okay Chucky, Iโm just happy that youโre here. You can tell us more about what happened later. Here he is.โ
โCharles?โ
Chuckโs dad was the only person to call him by the name that was on his birth certificate.
โDadโ
โIt is you. I canโt believe it. What the hell happened?โ
Chuck repeated the story heโd told his mum almost word for word, but with less interruptions.
โAre you okay now though?โ
โYes, Iโm fine. Just a little shaken about everything. I canโt believe how long itโs been.โ
โJust get here as fast as you can. Your mother has been beyond worried. I canโt believe they didnโt find you. One of the first places the police told us they looked was the hospitals. We went from hospital to hospital as well. It doesnโt matter now. At least youโre okay.โ
โIโll get there as quickly as I can and Iโll see you all soon.โ
With that Chuck hung up the phone, his heart pounding. He looked at the other missed calls and messages heโd received on his phone and decided it wasnโt the best time to try and answer all of them. He knew how to get his auntโs house, not that he wanted to put the effort in. He always hated being the centre of attention and this was no exception. As he walked through the busy Victoria station, looking to get to the Victoria line, he wished he could just go home. There would be so much explaining to do with everything. So many people fussing over him and asking what happened. He didnโt even know if he still had a job to go back to. What if no one had told them he was missing, and they assumed heโd quit. Among the missed calls would surely be his boss with several warnings before confirming he was being terminated. He slinked through the various passageways, dreading everything and wishing there was some way to get out.
He made his way onto the northbound platform and sat down on a bench. It was loud around him, although the platform wasnโt busy. There were still a few people scattered about. His phone told him it was a little past eight in the morning, but it didnโt feel like morning. Surely there should be more people around getting ready to go to work, he thought. The train approached and came to a stop, completely empty. Chuck moved into place and stood close to the doors as he waited for them to open. Almost instinctively he stood to one side to let others gets off, even though the train was empty. He stepped onto the train and made his way to a middle seat, expecting the carriage to fill up pretty quickly. One other person got on through the same door that he did and sat on the opposite side from Chuck. They didnโt look at each other as the doors closed and the train started to squeal and screech as it pulled away from the station.
โDo you think they wonโt notice?โ The other passenger said.
Chuck looked around, just to check that there wasnโt anyone else on board. Then he looked at the other person. He was wearing jeans, and a hoody with a cap sticking out from under the hood covering his face. Chuck assumed that he must be talking to someone on the phone. He focused on the ground in front of him, trying to mentally prepare himself for having to face family after everything thatโs happened. An ice-cold sting made its way from the base of Chuckโs neck down his back and out through his legs, as he realised that the other passenger couldnโt possibly be talking on the phone. He looked over at them, but they hadnโt moved at all.
โDo you think they wonโt notice?โ
โSorry, are you talking to me?โ
โWho else would I be talking to? Weโre alone down here. Iโll ask again. Do you think they wonโt notice?โ
โWho? Notice what?โ
Chuck could feel his pulse quickening.
โYour family. Do you think that they wonโt notice that you donโt have visible injuries?โ
โWhat?โ
โNormally when someone gets attacked and ends up in a coma for a week they have some kind of visible injury. A scar, a scab, a bruise. Something to show that theyโd be attacked so brutally. Donโt you think theyโll notice you donโt?โ
The entire time the man spoke, he stayed perfectly still. Chuck was frozen in place as he listened, and he couldnโt see a single feature of the strangerโs face.
โI donโt know what youโre getting at.โ
โIโm telling you that someone will see through your lie. Maybe not today. Theyโll all be glad youโre back. But they will eventually. Theyโll notice it doesnโt add up. Youโll slip up and then further questions will be asked. No one will believe the truth, of course, but theyโll still ask questions. It will become something unspoken between you all, where they all discuss it when youโre not there to try and figure out the truth. Itโll drive them mad in a way.โ
โIโฆ Iโm not sure.โ
โHa. Donโt worry about trying to explain it to me. I know where you were. You were at my academy. I saw you enter the tunnels with Fiona and the new boy. Iโm Arthur, and Iโm sure that name means something to you.โ
โWhat? You know that everyoneโs looking for you?โ
โOf course they are, but Iโm kind of busy at the moment. I have a favour to ask of you. I have something that I want to ask you. I want to do it in person, if thatโs okay. Before then, I want you to go to Churchyard Primary School with Fiona. Sheโs already on her way there now and I want you to help her. After that Iโll meet you at Whistling and we can talk.โ
โNo, Iโm already in a big enough mess as it is. I need to go and see my family.โ
โThatโs fine. You can do that if you want. This isnโt an open invitation, by the way. If you donโt come now then you wonโt ever hear from us again. Youโll go on with your life and time will pass and eventually youโll think this was all a dream. Thatโs fine by me, if itโs fine by you. Itโs up to you.โ
The world around Chuck started spinning, twisting into itself. It felt like he was being dragged out of water. The other person on the train disappeared and then the train itself was distorted into a void and he was sitting back on the bench on the platform, people moving around and getting ready for the train to arrive.
To Be Continuedโฆ
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