Rebekka Franck - 03 - Five, Six ... Grab Your Crucifix by Willow Rose Page A
Authors: Willow Rose
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birthday Mette packed a backpack with clothes and some money she had hidden and left the oceanfront mansion on Hambros Allé after dark without looking back. She had taken the S-train into Copenhagen and laughed all the way enjoying her first time using public transportation like normal people did. In Copenhagen she had exited the train on the Central Station in the center of the city and never felt more alive. She had taken the exit towards Vesterbro and as soon as she stepped out on the street someone had approached her. A guy who had asked her if she was looking to have some fun.
“As a matter of fact I am. It is my birthday and I want to celebrate,” she answered and then she followed him to an apartment not far away where he knew some fun people who ‘would love to party with a nice girl like her.’
After that everything went very wrong for Mette Grithfeldt. The people in the apartment were nice enough once she got there. They offered her drinks and they played nice loud music. After an hour or so Mette felt very dizzy from the drinks and put her head down on the pillow on the couch and fell into a deep heavy sleep. When she woke up, she had no idea where she was.
Later someone told her it was Hungary.
Chapter 21
It was tough for all of us to see my dad in the hospital bed. He was still unconscious and breathing through tubes. I cried and put my head on his chest, listening to his weak heartbeat and his heavy breathing. Julie had tears in her eyes when she hugged his hand tightly. Then she hugged me.
“He’ll be fine, Mom,” she said. “I just know he will.”
Somehow that felt really reassuring coming from her yet disturbing that she was suddenly so grown-up trying to calm me down when it was supposed to be the other way around.
We were told by a nurse that Dad needed rest and we could come back later in the afternoon. We decided to drive back to Arnakke and find a decent place to eat lunch. The hospital was in Holbaek, the closest big city to Arnakke and it took fifteen minutes to get back to the small town by the fjord. We found a small inn located on a small hill with great views over Isefjorden. It was spectacular for such a small local place. The interior wasn’t much to brag about, though. It was very old, had low ceilings and doors and it hadn’t been renovated in many years. It was clearly a place where the locals hung out drinking beers. The heavy snow had driven more than usual to go there, the owner told us while she wiped a table clean so we could sit there.
“People drive each other crazy being buried in the snow like this on a Saturday,” she said. “Then the men come here, to get out of the house. They cross snow and icy winds just to get away. It’s either that or listen to the old wife all day. That’s the way it has always been. Snow is great for business.” She burst into huge laughter. “Who would have thought that, huh?”
We smiled and sat down at the table. Three guys stared at us from the pool table in the corner. They still wore hats to warm their ears. They were talking and drinking beer while shooting pool. At the bar I saw one woman sitting alone and two men sitting not far from her without uttering a word to one another. Four elderly men were sitting next to us still wearing their big winter jackets like they were leaving in a minute. A couple of younger guys entered just as we sat down, dusting off snow from their shoulders and taking off their jackets and hanging them on a rack on the wall. They had red noses and cheeks from the cold wind and had probably walked there from their houses. The owner who called herself Yvonne handed us menus.
“I’ll be back to take your orders in a minute,” she said and left us.
“I want a burger,” Julie said.
“Me too,” Tobias followed. “And fries.”
I was about to argue that they might want to choose something a little healthier but stopped myself. This was not the time. This was the time to enjoy each other
“As a matter of fact I am. It is my birthday and I want to celebrate,” she answered and then she followed him to an apartment not far away where he knew some fun people who ‘would love to party with a nice girl like her.’
After that everything went very wrong for Mette Grithfeldt. The people in the apartment were nice enough once she got there. They offered her drinks and they played nice loud music. After an hour or so Mette felt very dizzy from the drinks and put her head down on the pillow on the couch and fell into a deep heavy sleep. When she woke up, she had no idea where she was.
Later someone told her it was Hungary.
Chapter 21
It was tough for all of us to see my dad in the hospital bed. He was still unconscious and breathing through tubes. I cried and put my head on his chest, listening to his weak heartbeat and his heavy breathing. Julie had tears in her eyes when she hugged his hand tightly. Then she hugged me.
“He’ll be fine, Mom,” she said. “I just know he will.”
Somehow that felt really reassuring coming from her yet disturbing that she was suddenly so grown-up trying to calm me down when it was supposed to be the other way around.
We were told by a nurse that Dad needed rest and we could come back later in the afternoon. We decided to drive back to Arnakke and find a decent place to eat lunch. The hospital was in Holbaek, the closest big city to Arnakke and it took fifteen minutes to get back to the small town by the fjord. We found a small inn located on a small hill with great views over Isefjorden. It was spectacular for such a small local place. The interior wasn’t much to brag about, though. It was very old, had low ceilings and doors and it hadn’t been renovated in many years. It was clearly a place where the locals hung out drinking beers. The heavy snow had driven more than usual to go there, the owner told us while she wiped a table clean so we could sit there.
“People drive each other crazy being buried in the snow like this on a Saturday,” she said. “Then the men come here, to get out of the house. They cross snow and icy winds just to get away. It’s either that or listen to the old wife all day. That’s the way it has always been. Snow is great for business.” She burst into huge laughter. “Who would have thought that, huh?”
We smiled and sat down at the table. Three guys stared at us from the pool table in the corner. They still wore hats to warm their ears. They were talking and drinking beer while shooting pool. At the bar I saw one woman sitting alone and two men sitting not far from her without uttering a word to one another. Four elderly men were sitting next to us still wearing their big winter jackets like they were leaving in a minute. A couple of younger guys entered just as we sat down, dusting off snow from their shoulders and taking off their jackets and hanging them on a rack on the wall. They had red noses and cheeks from the cold wind and had probably walked there from their houses. The owner who called herself Yvonne handed us menus.
“I’ll be back to take your orders in a minute,” she said and left us.
“I want a burger,” Julie said.
“Me too,” Tobias followed. “And fries.”
I was about to argue that they might want to choose something a little healthier but stopped myself. This was not the time. This was the time to enjoy each other
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