Must Read: CONTROLLED - Season 1 - Episode 4

7 years ago

Must Read: CONTROLLED - Season 1 - Episode 4

Sophia:
Parking my car into one of the
few empty parking spots left, I
gathered my textbooks and bag.

I got out of the car and ran
towards the school building,
locking the doors behind me.

When I opened the door to the
building, I was greeted with a
burst of cool air, making my
hair fly back. I quickly walked
down the hall, passing nearby
students and teachers. I
approached my classroom door
and turned the knob, opening
the door.

When I entered the classroom, I
gave a sigh of relief, thankful
that class hadn’t started yet. I
looked around for an empty seat
and found one in the middle.

Shuffling past the students, I
finally made it to the seat and
sat dow
Looking around, I noticed
everyone was quiet. Quieter than
usual. I shrugged and unzipped
my backpack, fishing out my
history textbook. Setting it on
my desk, I heard the doors
swing open and footsteps
walking into the classroom. I
looked up to see Mr. Burner at
the chalkboard, writing our
assignments on the board.

Sighing, I got out my notebook
and pen, and began writing.

Three hours later, the chimes
rung for the classes to be
dismissed. While I was packing
up my books, I felt eyes burning
into the back of my head. I
zipped up my bag and turned
around, looking up at the back
seats. No one was there so I
picked up my bag and walked
out of the classroom.

Walking out of the building, I
instantly got the wave of Florida
heat. I quickly walked over to
my car, freezing as I caught a
glimpse of something on the
black, shiny hood. A bouquet of
jasmine flowers were resting on
the hood, with a lavender ribbon
binding them together. I looked
around for someone; anyone
who could’ve put these here.
Slowly walking towards the car,
I reached out and picked up the
flowers.

“What the hell…” I whispered to
myself, examining the flowers.

Looking around again, I edged
towards my car door. I opened
it and slid inside, setting the
flowers and my bag in the
passenger seat. I started my car
and drove out of the parking lot
and onto the road.

After a few minutes of driving
down the road, I glanced at the
flowers sitting on my bag. How
weird is that? First it’s roses
and now jasmines…
Pulling into the bar where I
work, I parked the car and
hopped out, grabbing my bag

The flowers tumbled to the floor
of the car, causing a few petals
to break off. I ignored it and
shut the door, locking it.

When I entered the bar, things
were quiet. Some of the workers
were clearing off some of the
dirty tables, Amy, one of the
waitresses, was wiping down
the bar, and a few families were
eating at the empty, mahogany
tables. Sam’s Bar is family
friendly during the day, but at
night we mostly get drunks.

I envy Amy, who only worked
during the day.

Amy noticed me walking in and
gave a sigh of relief.
“Thank God! I thought you
weren’t ever coming in, Sophie!”
she said, reaching behind her
back to take off her waist apron.

She tossed it onto a bottom
shelf behind her then came
around the counter.
“Yeah, sorry, classes ran a little
late today,” I said, walking
passed her. She flipped her
strawberry blonde hair and
followed me to the back. We
passed the kitchen, waving hi to
Monroe, the main cook, and
turned the corner into Sam’s
office. Sam was sitting at his
desk, counting the money from
last night. He heard us walking
in and turned to look at us.

“Hey, Sophie,” he said, smiling
at me. He turned to Amy.
“Going home now?”
She nodded at him. “Yeah, I
have to get home to Hillary,”
she said. Hillary was Amy’s
daughter. She got pregnant right
out of high school, and is now a
single mom. She brings Hillary
into the bar sometimes, and
Sam allows her to stay in the
back.

I walked up the steps to my
door and fished my keys out of
my bag. Unlocking the door, I
opened it and pushed my way
inside.
“Naomi, I’m home!”
I listened for her barking, or her
paw steps rushing down the
carpeted stairs. After a minute
of silence, I called to her again.
“Naomi?”
I fumbled for the light switch
and turned it on. The lights
flickered to life revealing rose
petals on the ground by my feet.
“What the…” I trailed off,
scanning the ground and seeing
a trail of rose petals leading into
the living room. I set my bag on
the kitchen counter and
cautiously followed the trail,
getting more nervous every step
I took. The trail led around the
corner and up to the stairs.

I called for Naomi again.
“Naomi?”
No answer.
I felt shivers run up and down
my spine. My heart was beating
so fast I heard it in the silence.

I walked up each step nervously.
Making it to the top, I turned
towards my door and placed
my hand on the knob. The silver
metal of the door was icy cold,
sending shivers up my arm.

Looking at the ground, I saw the
shadows of the rose petals
leading into my room. I turned
the handle and pushed the door
open slowly.

Inside my room was pitch black,
except for the moonlight shining
in through the curtains. I noticed
the outline of my bed, dresser,
desk, and bookshelf.

“Naomi?”
No answer.
I jumped and turned when I
heard my lamp in the corner
being turned on. My blood went
icy and my knees almost
buckled beneath me. No, it’s not
possible. It couldn’t be possible.
“No…” I whispered. I felt the
tears well up in my eyes. “No…”
Sitting in the chair on the far
side of the room was the person
who I could’ve sworn I killed a
year ago. The person who
terrorized me, stalked me, and
even raped me. How was it
possible?
“Hello, Sophie. Oh, how I’ve
missed you.”
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