Deadly Double Love

Deadly Double Love 27

Suddenly the doorbell rang and I jerked away from Scott, startled by the loud noise.

“I’ll get it,” I sighed.

I shuffled to the door, feeling tired, and pulled it open, revealing a bright and smiling face.

“Hey, Kitty,” Rory said.

“Hey,” I replied wearily.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, stepping inside.

“Just really upset about my mom disappearing,” I told him.

“Yeah, I can imagine,” he said sympathetically.

“I’m going to find out who did it,” I informed him.

“What makes you think someone kidnapped her?” he asked as he toyed with the strap of his backpack.

“I just know,” I said. “My mom wouldn’t just take off.”

“Oh,” he said a little awkwardly, not knowing how else to respond.

“I just can’t believe someone could be so evil,” I whispered.

“You don’t know that they’re evil,” he said sourly.

“I’m pretty sure I do,” I said.

“Whatever,” he said flatly. “Where’s Addie?”

“In her room,” I told him.

He pushed past me and headed down the hall. I closed the front door and walked back to Scott. As I flopped onto the couch next to him, I was suddenly overcome by a feeling of defeat.

“I don’t know how we’re going to do this,” I said to Scott.

“We will,” he assured me, but he didn’t sound too confident.

“I can’t tell if anyone’s guilty or not. My brain is all fuzzy and I just want someone to admit that it was them,” I whined, sure that I sounded like a brat, but not able to help it.

“Kitty,” I heard from behind me.

I turned around to see my dad. He walked around to the side of the couch so he was next to me, but he didn’t sit down.

“I- I have to talk to you,” he stammered.

“About what?” I asked. “About mom?”

“Yes,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry I was being so awful to you, I just was trying to distance myself from you. I figured if we weren’t as close, I wouldn’t be so compelled to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” I said.

“Shhh!” he whispered frantically.

“What’s going on?” I asked, not lowering my voice at all.

“Please,” he begged, “Be quiet!”

“Tell me what you’re talking about!” I demanded, speaking a little more softly.

“I know,” he breathed.

“You know what?” I was becoming agitated.

“I know who kidnapped your mom.”