‘You’ll have to do more.’ That phrase had drummed through her head the next morning like a hangover, wincing against the pain she had gone out s...opping for the things she needed, hands trembling, body aching and raw skin rubbing in sensitive areas. She had called Connie and said she wasn’t feeling well, would pick Colin up at six that evening. She’d told Connie that she’d found a part-time job overnight in a convenience store, and Connie was more than willing to help her out, she knew she was. But I don’t know anybody I could trust that much. In fact I didn’t know anybody. I truly was all alone.RRRRRRRRRRRRing RRRRRRRRing. God that made me jump. It was the house phone. I grabbed it, “Hello” I said rather loudly.“Woah. Did I wake my favourite niece.?”“Oh sorry. You made me jump.” It was uncle Barry“Sorry. I just thought I would give you a call to make sure you were ok. Your dad told me you were on your own for a while.“Yes I’m fine uncle. It’s a bit quiet that’s all and I really don’t. I ran back to make sure she was alright. I saw her slumped over on the ground. "Ms. Sinclaire? Ms. Sinclaire!" I cried, getting no answer. I lifted her up in a sitting position to see her eyes wide open but unmoving. My heart stopped. Was she dead? She suddenly began to laugh. Her eyes didn't move and she just cackled away. She stopped suddenly and began to blink furiously. She looked confused and acted as if she just woke up from a long sleep. When she realized I was there, she looked up at me. He was a slim man, clean shaven and wore suits. He ate pretty much the same meals every week each organize day per day. He wore glasses and he was always perfectly groomed. He didn’t drink smoke, or eat carbs. He considered himself gentlemen. He was on his way to a business meeting out of town and couldn’t get a flight. So he decided to arrive there in style. He figured eyes would be on him when he came in this hot muscle car. The roads were empty, and he couldn’t see anything for miles. He.