Abused

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Ashers POV

I was walking up to her doorsteps when I saw Veronica sitting there with the police. She was shaking s tears ran down her face. I quickly dropped the flowers I was holding and ran up to her.

“What’s wrong? What’s going on?” I asked as I wrapped her in my arms.

Her entire body was shaking as she spoke, “Sh-sh-she was kidnapped. The door rang, we assumed it was you and she went to open it. Next think I know she screamed. I ran downstairs and the door was wide open. Three people were carrying her into a black car.” The tears started falling even faster; “There was nothing I could do!” she screamed and threw herself on me.

“Shh, it’s okay. We’re going to find her and everything’s going to be alright.” I cooed in her ear.

I looked over at the cops who were talking and writing things down, “Do you guys have a lead as to who could have taken her?” they looked up at me as if surprised to hear me.

“We think it might be her mother, she was released from jail a couple of weeks ago. She was last seen crossing over the California state line.”

That bitch came and got her daughter. How the hell did she get out of prison? She needs to be put behind bars.

“Do we know where she could’ve take her?” I questioned.

“No idea son.” Was the only response I got.

I stood there holding Veronica in my arms as she cried even more. The police had finally left and I wondered why Kendall’s father wasn’t called yet or why he wasn’t even here.

My thoughts were answered when her father came running up the front steps.

“What happened?” Mr. Montgomery asked frantically.

“She was kidnapped by her mother. She got out for good behavior. The cops are trying to find her.” I said summing up what Veronica told me earlier.

“What the hell!” he shouted, “How the fuck did she get out? I’m going to kill someone!”

“Calm down Mr. Montgomery. They’re going to find them and she won’t hurt Kendall.” I said with trying to get him to calm down.

“I guess now we just play the waiting game….” Mr. Montgomery said as he walked towards the bar.

Kendalls POV

I woke up to a soft bed. All of the muscles in my body were sore but I had no idea from what. I rolled over on my side and let the sunlight shine in my face. The last thing I remembered was being knocked out and my brother telling me that everything would be okay.

“Finally awake are we?” I head the familiar voice of my brother.

I looked up to see Mitchell; he looked like he always had. Although he looked a bit older, he wasn’t that ten year old little boy anymore. Tears started to fall down my cheeks. This couldn’t be real, my brother was dead.

“Mitchell?” I asked my voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, Kendall it’s me.” He said pushing my shoulder.

His touch felt so real. Was I dreaming?

“B-but you died,” I said as a tear slid down my cheek. “I held your mangled body in my hands!” I started shouted.

“No little sis, that wasn’t me.” He said with a sad smile on his face.

“Just, I don’t understand.” I said barely above a whisper.

“I’ll explain everything later, I promise Ken. Get some sleep.” He said kissing my forehead, “You took some nasty blows from mom but don’t worry about her, she won’t touch you now.”

Tears started to flow down my cheeks again. This was a dream; this had to be a dream. I was dead, my mom killed me. My brother got old when he was in heaven. I thought you stayed the same way you did when you died.

Wait a second, he said that the body I held in my hands the day he died wasn’t him. Who the hell was it? Was this not a dream? What the fuck is going on? Am I losing my mind? Am I hallucinating?

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