Not Gone

Chapter 12

Flashback begins ..

Dad picked me up from school and was basically speeding down the highway to our house.

"What is wrong with you!" I yelled at him.

Today I had a particularly stressful day because that little butt Alissa had been messing around with Emily's boyfriend again. I pretty sure that because of today he will be breaking up with Emily sometime next week.

My dad looked at me like I was crazy for yelling at him.

He suddenly swerved to the right off the highway and cursed under his breath.

"DID YOU HEAR ME OR NOT!!! I DONT WANT TO DIE TODAY SO STOP SPEEDING!" I screamed angrily at him.

Once again he ignored me.

I sat back in my chair and lowered the back as far as it would go.

"Put that chair back up and put on the seat belt young lady!" my dad yelled at me.

I immaturely stuck my tongue out at him and as if on que,he swerved to the right again and I slammed my face into the window.

I put on my seat belt but left the back of the chair where it was.

My dad's face was sweating and he kept looking in the rear-view window.

I turned the radio on and my dad turned it back off.

He was really getting on my nerves.

Suddenly a car side swiped us and I gasped for air.

My dad hit the brakes and my head slammed again on the dash board. He took a look at the driver next to us and started going in reverse.

Finally there were no cars following us for a couple of miles down an abandoned farm road.

My dad parked the car in a wear house and got out.

"Ummmmm. Where do YOU think you are going MISTER!" I shouted at my dad.

He ignored me and kept walking towards the exit.

I opened the car door and slammed it hoping it would catch his attention.

He kept walking.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE WE?" I yelled and it echoed in the empty wear house.

He walked and didn't say a word. He finally reached the exit to outside and kept walking.

"WAIT, wait for me!" I called after him.

I tried to run but I twisted my ankle and my heel broke.

"Damn it!" I said and limped after my annoying dad.

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After about a quarter mile I caught up to him.

"What is your problem taking me out to a weird little shack in the middle of the day." I yelled at him but as I looked around me the sun had set.

My dad opened the door, stepped inside and let it close behind him.

"You are SO rude!" I yelled at him as I opened the door and let myself in.

It was totally not what I expected.

Ok, I did expect it to be a cramped space but I did not expect there to be a elevator or a keyboard which my dad was profusely typing numbers into.

After about ten seconds and a click, the elevator doors opened.