The Roommates. Rachel Sargeant

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      When her phone goes she’s sure it’s Amber, responding to her latest message. She will be able to stop worrying. But it’s a cold call. Student Life Insurance. I’m Jordan. How you doing? How much do you love your family? Do you want them to have something after you’ve gone? The call blasts open the lid Imo thought she’d gently closed. What made her think she’d be able to forget her loss? She tries to force the phone back into her jeans, but it slides from her trembling fingers and lands against the kerb.

      The lights are still working and the screen appears undamaged. She picks it up and walks on. The phone has survived but her happy pace is a thing of the past. Pulling her hoodie over her hair, she trudges along the path that leads to the student halls. She detects someone approaching behind her. The footsteps are slow and lolloping, long casual strides. Imo keeps walking but moves to the side of the pavement to let them pass.

      But no one hurries by. She senses that the figure has slowed their pace to match hers. Feeling uncomfortable, she dawdles so they’ll have no choice but to overtake.

      A shadow passes her right shoulder. A tall, rangy figure in a black hoodie saunters past. Heart thundering, Imo stands stock still. The man must sense she’s stopped moving because he turns his head. Imo drops her gaze to the ground to avoid eye contact. Her neck feels damp with sweat and she wonders what the hell to do. Turn and run? With those long legs of his, he’d catch her in no time. Was this what it was like for Sophia? Did she brazen it out and walk on? This path’s deserted and hidden from the road. No witnesses. Even if she’d brought her personal alarm like she promised her mother, who would hear? Her hand is shaking as she grips her phone. Call Tegan and ask her to meet her in the car? Even if she could persuade her stroppy flatmate to do the favour, it could take her ages to arrive.

      A giggle rings out on the path ahead. The sweetest sound Imo has ever heard. Coming towards her, fifty yards in front, is a couple, holding hands.

      Imo waves, runs towards them without looking back. “Where’ve you been? I’ve been waiting ages,” she shouts. When she reaches them she whispers: “Can I walk with you, please?”

      The boy gets it, eyeing the hooded figure on the path. “Are you okay?”

      “He’s creeping me out, that’s all.” Imo tries to sound casual, even though her pulse is racing.

      “Stick with us,” the girl says and moves aside to let Imo walk between the two of them.

      They set off, breathing heavily. When they look up, the tall man is no longer on the path.

      “I’ll be okay now,” Imo says. “Thanks.” She leaves the couple at a run and hares towards the hall of residence, jumping at every noise in the bushes. When a bird flies off a branch, she almost cries out. Thankfully more students appear on the path and her heartbeat calms.

      Finally she sees the no parking zone and the steps of the hall’s main reception and decides to enter that way. It’s more visible than going around the back and through to her block. Breathless from her run, she summons one last burst of energy up the steps. Panting, at the top, she pauses and looks behind her. Across the road, exactly where he stood on arrivals day, the tall man leans against the horse chestnut tree, smoking.

       Chapter 15

      Phoenix

      Phoenix surveys the dead baked bean cans, squished teabags and crushed cheesy Wotsits on the draining board. She gets a whiff of old tomatoes and loads a box of pizza crusts into a bin bag.

      Living in a caravan when she was younger meant she was used to keeping the tiny kitchenette spotless, but she’s also done her fair share of industrial-strength cleaning. “This is a new dimension of mess,” she says aloud.

      Imo helps her with the bin bag. Phoenix can’t work out whether she’s in a massive sulk about tidying up, or something else is bothering her. Bad audition? She hasn’t said a word since she got back.

      Tegan walks in, wearing a pair of Marigold gloves.

      “Finally,” Phoenix says, not hiding her sarcasm.

      Tegan holds an empty crisp packet at arm’s length. “The uni should employ cleaners.”

      “I’d rather be in my mess than someone else’s clean,” Phoenix says.

      “What the devil does that mean?”

      “Nothing,” Phoenix mutters. Pointless explaining; a girl like Tegan could never understand the concept of housework.

      As if to prove her wrong, Tegan collects glasses and bottles and pours the contents down the sink. “No sign of Amber, though, is there? When’s she going to do her share?”

      “What if she can’t help?” Imo says suddenly, letting go of the bin bag. “Have either of you seen her?”

      Tegan shrugs and Phoenix shakes her head. She got no reply when she knocked on Amber’s door earlier after she’d delivered another parcel to Riku, the third one since he moved in.

      “What if someone’s got her?” Imo’s voice wavers.

      “Got her? Where did that come from all of a sudden?” Tegan leans her back against the sink.

      “I think there’s a stalker on campus.” Imo speaks in a rush, clenching her fists and pumping them in and out of her sweatshirt sleeves. “A man followed me after my audition. I shook him off, but when I got here he was across the road. And it’s not the first time I’ve seen him.”

      Phoenix’s thoughts go straight to the figure at Ivor’s party. “In his thirties, dark hoodie?”

      “That’s him,” Imo exclaims. “Has he followed you, too?” She looks at Tegan. “I saw him watching you on arrivals day. Have you seen him?”

      The colour drains from Tegan’s face and she turns back to the glasses in the sink. “Must be a friend of Ivor’s,” she mutters weakly.

      “I doubt it. Probably a gatecrasher.” Phoenix remembers how he spilled Ivor’s drink and didn’t apologize. “I think he’s a student, though. He was at the Freshers’ Fair.”

      “My God.” Imo sinks onto a chair. “That’s the last time we saw Amber. What are we going to do?”

      “Nothing.” Tegan whips round, a flash of annoyance in her eye. “Phoenix has just told you he’s a student, not a stalker.”

      “But he was down there, under a tree, smoking.” Imo points out of the window.

      “Where else is he supposed to bloody smoke? Why shouldn’t he be outside? He probably lives here.”

      “But …”

      “Enough, Imogen. You can’t go around accusing people of stalking. You’re being paranoid.” Tegan waves a rubber-gloved finger. “This stops now.” She turns back to the sink.

      Not wanting to take sides, Phoenix picks up the bin bag and continues to fill it. Imo sits on a chair, looking as if she’s trying not to cry. No one speaks. Eventually the silence is broken СКАЧАТЬ