The Cursed Diary, chapter 12

A little later than usual, but here in the end. Had something to do with Dibs and two spoons. None the less here is another chapter of ‘The Cursed Diary’.
We remember William being caught and tied on the floor. Will he find out the truth today about the diary and maybe find a way to escape. Read on and find out.

The Cursed Diary, chapter 12.

“Who are you?” William restraints hurting, angry and talking through his teeth as they are pushed together.

“Oh now come on William, I just told you. Now where is the Diary? “ Monarch walks through the room keeping himself composed and calm. Hand clasped on his back waiting for the coffee. Which is taking him longer than expected and it is that what makes him angry. “Gunther where is my coffee? For crying out loud.” Taking a new deep breath  after running a hand through his hair he turns his vision to William again. “So could you tell me where it is?” He is like a Jackal and Hyde, two sides of a coin. One is calm and composed with weird accent. The other side being an angry man where his hair starts rising up like that of a dog.

William is shaking his head looking down at the floor now his eyes started drooping, his anger subsided and despair came in return. “I do not know any more, that hit on the head must have made me forget it. I cannot remember.”

“William I am trying to be nice here, you do understand that do you not? I need to know where that Diary is.”

-“Coffee, sir Monarch” Gunther just walks in just in time as monarch was starting to lose his temper.

“it is about time, give me that” His tone of voice saying enough h is agitated, annoyed. Sitting down on the sofa he starts sting his coffee. One can see he is thinking as his eyes move from the cat to William and than the ceiling. Taking a sip of coffee and putting away the cup.

“that was refreshing I tell you what we do… Thank you Gunther for that coffee. Tell you what we will do.” his focus is on Gunther as he walks in circles through the room. His hands moving back and forth as he explains his plan. “Gunther you will stay tonight here watching these two, under no circumstances may you leave this room. Want to take a piss you will do that out the window. Understand” a sudden turn he points at William “as for you hero, you will tell me where that diary is hen I return tomorrow, so I suggest you start remembering where it is.” He stops at the hearth and leans on it. “Yes that is how it will be done. Gunther I am gone now make sure they do not escape.”

Driven by being in control and feeling better than any one else in the room he walks out the door with head raised high. They all can hear him walk down the stairs and the door close behind him. Silence fills the rooms of the old run down house. All the sound come from the birds out side singing. Before long one can hear a car being started in a far away distance. No wonder they never heard any one coming earlier that day. That is why they got caught. William listens carefully and watches Gunther sit in his chair across the room from William. The cat has gone back to  being lying all rolls up like a ball of fur in his little prison. Maybe he has given up hope on being released after getting caught this second time.

William wiggles his ropes, his ears still  trying to listen to the littlest of sounds. But there is nothing any more. The car is gone. Gunther is guarding. And they have less than twenty four hours before Monarch comes back. William starts skipping over to the cage.

Gunther stands up and responds immediate, “What you doing there?”

-“Do not worry Gunther… Just checking on the cat, you do not want him dead now do you?”

“yeah, yeah okay… you are right…” And Gunther sits back in his seat.

William drops himself to he floor and starts whispering to the cat. “Come on I know you are awake tell me what is going on?”

“Yawnnn” the cat stretches his legs, front and back. And sits close to William. Licking his paws he starts cleaning himself, just like a real cat would do. He is far gone.
“I can tell you how and why, but it would not do you any good while we are stuck in here, now is it?”

-“Look I am thinking okay, but can you start by telling your real name, Cynthia calls you her Tommy. And this guy here calls you Richard, so witch one is it?” William shows his displeasure by rolling his eyes. “Come on you need to be honest with me here?”

“I know William and I am sorry. My full name is Thomas Richard Marquis. For every one who knows me I used Richard, but my wife knows me as Thomas. Tommy.” His head lowers looking down on his 2 paws and one hand. You can sense him being sad and sorry for lying. A tear falls down on the paper and William notices how deeply hurt he is.

-“You miss her don’t you?” William ask in all honesty and sincerity. Showing his compassionate side isn’t something he is good at but he tries.

“Missing her, it is much more than that William, I came back here after a little fight I never apologized for and now I am stuck here with you my only hope.”

-“Well sorry for being such a disappointment but if you do not mind you still got your nails right, they still can cut rope right? Or have these little fingers do some untying. Be a proud cat and we will get out of here and go back to her. I cannot do this alone.”

“That is your plan? Did you see that hand it is a baby hand.”

-‘well no need to get annoyed over it give it try at least “ William raises his voice a bit to much with that last bit and it is Gunther that stands over him.

With a firm grasp the tall man picks up William and set him up against the wall again. “No more lying around mister hero.”

He gets back on his chair and sits down again. What will the two try now. Will they get out of here before Monarch comes back.

©Ranting Crow 2013

Hope you enjoyed chapter 12 of this ongoing story. Every time I work on it I am surprised how well it is coming together and growing.  Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought of writing something this big.
Leave a comment with your thoughts or ideas or even critique. I welcome it all.

Best wishes
Ranting Crow