THE DRIVE: Chapter 6: Flashback

They returned to their places. Catherine and Isabelle sighed as they lay down on the couch.

Both of them talked for a while and went to their rooms as it was already too late. Isabelle shut her eyes close as thoughts rushed past her mind. She stretched and straightened her back as she sat with the support of headboard.

Flashback-

Isabelle walked up to the living room with a cup of coffee in her hand. Life had been reckless these days for her. She comfortably sat on the couch and sipped on her coffee. She tilted her head towards the left side and saw Henry coming towards her while his eyes were focused on his phone. He came and sat beside her and turned on the T.V.

“News, News, News…All the time. Why can’t you be peaceful and let me sit peacefully for some time?” said Isabelle in a Casual way not knowing Henry was staring deep into her soul. The expressions plastered on his face gave her a clear answer that he was serious; extremely serious.

“Okay…Turn it on. I was just joking.” Said Isabelle.

Henry put on a news channel and started listening to it carefully.

“The results of the elections were to be declared 5 days back. However, due to unavoidable circumstances and the strict orders of FBI, we were prohibited to do so. Francis Smart, who had gathered the majority of votes; and was to be declared as the Prime minister, died on the day of declaration of results of elections. Not actually died, but he was killed. FBI agents were ordered to investigate to find out the murder and the body of the Prime Minister. After certain investigation, the body of the President was found in the basement of chemist’s shop. Behind the shelf of the chemist, was a door found. As that door was opened, President’s dead body was found. The chemist who owned that shop was an ordinary resident of Paris. His name turned out to be Peter Alvin and he is now arrested and being inquired. For more information, keep watching the abc news.” Said the journalist.

Henry stood up as his phone rang. He took his phone and went outside the room through the French window which opened into a yard. He shut the door and redialed the number whose calls he had missed. Isabelle looked at him and he seemed to appear extremely tensed as he talked to the person on the other side of the call. Isabelle shook her head and focused her eyes on the T.V.

“Media….Always resorting to sensationalism. Now media is approaching the Prime Minister’s family as well.” Said Isabelle, in a denial of the distortion of the news which media did. She again shifted her gaze to Henry who had now ended the call. Isabelle stood up as she approached Henry.

“Are you okay bro? You seemed tensed while you were talking.” Asked Isabelle. Henry nodded his head and said.

“I gotta go Isabelle. It’s night already.” Said Henry who went to his place which was just next to Isabelle’s house.