When She Didn’t Come Home | Read Excerpt

The latest short story release from Kaira Lansing,
WHEN SHE DIDN’T COME HOME {The Claire Landbren Story}


When secrets begin to smoke, 
it’s not long before they explode.

 

I can’t even describe how wonderful life was with Brock. I fell in love with him that first day in the health food store. It was actually cute the way he asked for my phone number. We hit it off so well back then. But I was harboring a secret from him, just like he was harboring one from me. I learned about his secret on accident actually, but never had the nerve to bring it up. I just let him live his lie. Maybe I should of left him, but I couldn’t. I had fallen in love with the man; secret, lies and all. 

 

Claire Landbren’s life was encased in one big secret. As the years went on, she learned to play the game her husband, Brock, chose to play. She watched him closely and learned to pretend well; so well in fact, she even had herself fooled at times.

 

But little did Brock know. . .

she was about to become the coach,

and HE would soon become . . .

the pawn in his own sick and twisted game.

 

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EXCERPT

 

Chapter One

 

“I don’t know where my wife is!” Brock shouted into the cameras as reporters taunted him with microphones and questions. “If I knew where she was I wouldn’t be here now would I?!”

“Sir, when was the last time you talked with your wife?”

“Have you tried to ping her cell phone?”

“Do you know of anyone who might want to harm your wife?”

Brock shoved past the reporters, made his way to his jeep and sped off through the residential streets, probably glad to be out of the police station. The conversation turned as some began to question his motives and character. He never really was good at holding back his emotions, good or bad. He probably should of thought a little bit more about how his actions and words would be dissected by everyone who was now focused on his every move.

I met Brock years ago in a health food store. I was working three part-time jobs to put myself through college. He, on the other hand, was a sweet talker and wrapped me right around his finger that would later prove to be his signature move; a move I would learn a little too late. He always talked about wanting to become a singer. That’s about as far as he took his dreams – just talk.

I would later learn he was a high school dropout and had severed ties with his entire family, all because his sister was a lesbian. I met her once and honestly, she seemed nice.  I also met his mom and stepfather a few times. They were the sweetest couple. However, Brock had a way with people, and over the course of a few months, he had me distancing myself from his family as well. I felt there was more to his story, and never understood the honest reason he would not talk to them. I asked him once and he made it clear he didn’t want to talk about it.

I can’t even describe how wonderful life was with Brock. I fell in love with him that first day in the health food store. It was actually cute the way he asked for my phone number. We hit it off so well back then. But I was harboring a secret from him, just like he was harboring one from me. I learned about his secret on accident actually, but never had the nerve to bring it up. I just let him live his lie. Maybe I should of left him, but I couldn’t. I had fallen in love with the man; secret, lies and all.

I had thought about various ways to tell him the truth about my life. However, every time I wanted to tell him, I was reminded of the secret he was hiding. And quite honestly, his secret was far deadlier than mine. So I kept quiet, wondering whose secret was going to explode first.

 

 

 

Chapter Two

 

“She god damn better answer her phone!” Brock shouted as he slammed his fist on the kitchen table, holding the phone tight to his ear.

“Hey…” Joe raised his voice slightly. He watched the now obvious veins pulse in Brocks forehead and neck. “It’s only been two days. I know you’re frustrated as hell, but let’s talk about all the facts here. Did you or did you not have an argument Tuesday evening?”

“She thinks everything is a fucken’ argument Joe! Everything! Hell … I can’t even ask her who she’s talking to on the phone without it leading to a fucken’ argument!”

“Calm down! What the hell?” Joe raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest. “You don’t even know for sure that she ran off. Something worse could have happened. What if she’s hurt somewhere, what if she’s  …” he trailed off and shook his head. “We’ll find her. You just filed the police report. We will find her. Or they will find her. Either way, she will be found.”

“I just have this gut feeling … An extreme gut feeling she ran off. She’s always home at four-thirty after work. Always! Never a minute late! Four-thirty!”

“If she ran off, she would have taken clothing, makeup … a bag. You already said none of that was missing. Her makeup, shampoo, everything was still where she always left it. Besides, where would she go?”

“Yeah, well, we called all the hospitals. She’s not in any of them. And she will probably just rebuy all her makeup and shit again. She doesn’t have to take it all with her Joe.”

Joe took a deep breath. “Well find her. Just answer me one thing. What makes you so set on the fact that she ran off?”

 

*************

 

Brock’s answer didn’t matter. Whatever he responded with was a lie: a lie to cover up his own secrets. A lie that would begin to unravel the more he talked.

 

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