Missing but now found!

chapter 1

((Abby’s P.O.V))

I walked into the living room and sat on the sofa to watch the TV before my granddad got home. My granddad doesn’t allow me to watch TV so when he’s not here me and my mum sit down and watch a bit just to see what’s happening in the world. Me and my mum have always lived with my granddad and let’s just say he has to have everything his way. He has never harmed us physically but he sure as hell will shout at us. We live in France and I have all the 13 years I have been alive but my mum was originally from England. We live in a part of France where they speak English so no of my family need to know French.  As I was saying... I turned on the TV and put on some sort of cartoon.

“Abby put the news on” my mum shouts to me on the way over to the sofa. She takes a seat next to me as I put the news on.

“Thanks” she says as she gets comfortable in her spot.

The news reporter comes on the screen and starts well...reporting, I didn’t listen until one story caught my eye.

‘After no success of finding Eleanor Taylor the case went cold. It has now been 19 years since Eleanor has gone missing and there has been some sort of evidence to the fact that she is still alive and somewhere in France we suspect. She is now believed to be 29 and may have children. She may not be aware that she was kidnapped as it happened at such a young age. A photo of what she may look like should now be at the top of the screen’ as she said the last sentence the photo popped up..... God it looks a lot like mum... oh god. The reporter carried on talking ‘if anyone has any information please call the number at the bottom of the screen’ with that the story was over and the reported started talking about different things. I quickly wrote the number on my hand making sure mum didn’t noticed. When I looked up I looked over to her to see she was in complete shock.... yep I think she thinks it her too. All of a sudden we heard my granddads car door.

“turn the TV of” she shouted at me snapping out of the daze she was in. she grabbed a magazine off the table next to her and I grabbed a book of the table next to me I brought in earlier.  The front door opened and in came my granddad.

“Hey girls”

“Hey” we both send in unison.

“I’m going to make dinner, were having curry is that okay”

“Yeah, fine” we both said

“Okay” my granddad walked out of the room and into the kitchen, I immediately put my book down and turned to her.

“That was you” I said, knowing that she knew what I was talking about.

“It can’t be though, we have your granddad “

“Did he ever explain where Nan was though?”

“No, bu-t-t”

“Well, look at the info on it, your 29 you are the right age. Her names Eleanor your names Eleanor and she looks like you, blonde hair blue eyes.”

“Well yeah but”

“butts, look I got the phone number why don’t you give them a call and just see what happened... you wanna me your family don’t you”

“yeah but we can’t be certain it’s me ab”

“well at least try or I will phone”

“no ill do it but I’ll do it later when he’s in bed” she said looking in granddads direction.

“okay, are you gonna ask him about it” I said referring to granddad.

“how, he will think I, a loony and say that’s it’s a stupid idea when it could still be true” 

“true”

After about 40 minutes food was done and we were all sat at the dining room table eating. I kept looking over to mum but she just kept her head down and ate.

After dinner I went straight to my room and told everyone that I didn’t feel well and wanted an early night but I just couldn’t sleep the thought that my family might be somewhere else- they don’t know me and hardly know my mum. I hope my mum does ring them I want to know the truth about my family tree and where I come from. I don’t know my dad because he left when I was born but thankfully I look like a twin to my mum, but all I want to do is know my family, my real family if it is mum that went missing.

((Eleanor’s P.O.V))

I was really confused at this point, what the hell is going on.... why the hell did dad do this... if he is my dad, and if it was me how the hell have I not been aware of it I mean ...... I don’t know what I mean....... I don’t know what to do.... what if I phone them and it’s not me there after but then again what if it is me. I have the number.. Abby gave it to me before she went off to bed.

I don’t know what I would do if it is me that went missing I would meet my real father.... oh my god what if I have brothers and sisters. I can do this.

I took a deep breath and picked up the phone. Knowing everyone was now in bed I started dialling the number. I took one deep breath before I pressed the last number and putting the phone to my ear. It rang for times before someone picked up.

“hello?” a young girl said on the other end.

“yes hello ummm I rang because I think I have information on the Eleanor Taylor case”

“oh yes, okay we can send people to meet up with you tomorrow if that okay”

“yeah that’s fine butt there’s one problem... imp in France”

“oh that is find we have a team in France you can talk to”

“okay that is great what time”

“if you give me your address I can send them around to your house say at 11 in the morning is that okay”

“yeah that’s great” I gave her my address and she wrote it down.

“okay umm I just need your name”  she asked politely. Oh this may be the awkward part I thought

“ yes my name is ummm Eleanor” I heard shuffling on the other end but no one was talking.

“is there any chance your Eleanor, Eleanor”
“I have no idea that the information I have, my daughter says I look just like the photo on the news” I heard a gasp and then there was shuffling and talking.

“okay Eleanor I will send the detectives to your house tomorrow have a lovely evening”

“thank you so much goodbye” and with that I hung up and led back in bed. much goodbye” and with that I hung up and led back in bed. It took me a while to go to sleep but I finally fell in a comfortable sleep.