Finding Mercedes.

I need to talk to Grace.

It had been well over a week, nearly two since I was 'murdered'. Mercedes had been explaining how if we were to go home, the charged would be dropped for Freddie and I'd get arrested for faking my own death and handling evidence in a murder case. Mercedes lived a nice life here in South France, we were both well dressed and well fed with fresh fruits and home made bread. I started to like this, living in peace with my sister, with posh clothing and lots of money, living beside the sea and having fancy nails and curled hair. However in reality, we were hiding out in a cottage, in the middle of no where, with my murdered sister, being payed to stay put and never come home and spending money on pointless things to make ourselves feel better about everything that was happening. Boring, boring boring. Mercedes was sitting on the computer in the study, which was in the living room. 

"Eliie, what do you think about this dress?" She shouted over and I walked up behind her.

"It's pretty," I smiled, just as an email from Grace Black popped up in the corner of the screen. Mercedes paused for a few moments before opening it.

'Turn on the news,' 

I turned behind me and picked up the sky televison remote and put on the news.

Family members of Mercedes and Ellie-Anna McQueen, aged 30 and 17, have made an appeal to the public about there disapearings, which have been confirmed to be linked. 

'My name is Myra MCQueen, my daughter's Mercedes and Ellie-Anna have now been missing for more than six months and nearly two weeks. I'm asking, begging anyone out there if on the 20th November last year you saw a young female, wearing a floral skirt and a red top, with a black and red jacket and black high heels, her hair and eyes are both brown and she's around 1.68 meters. Also, if any time last week you saw a young teenager wearing denim jeans, a white top and a black coat, her eyes are green, her hair is brown and she's around 1.55 meters, please also contact the police. I'm begging you, as a grieving parent please help my daughter's come home'

'My name is Porsche McQueen, I'm here to appeal for a missing teenager named Ellie-Anna McQueen. On April 4th she told me she was going to the local shop before it closed, this was at around 4 pm, but when it was 10pm we became increasingly worried and my sister and I headed out to look for her, thinking she had got lost or been out with a friend and got caught up. However, we didn't find her and went home. The next morning the police banged on the door to tell us we had found traces of her blood. On that day, Ellie-Anna was wearing dark denim jeans, they were skinny ones with a pair of trainers which were fairly new and  white vest top with a black coat. She has long brown hair, a bit shorter than waist lengh, tanned skin and green eyes. She is 5 foor 1 inch, which is 1 meter 55 centimeters. If anyone has any infomation on her, please dial 111 immedietly. Thankyou.'

'My name is Marlena McQueen, and I'm here to appeal for my grandaughters, Mercedes and Ellie-Anna. Alot of appeals have already been put out there and no new leads at all have been made, but maybe now two of my grandaughters have been murdered the police will start taking notice and trying harder to get my girls some justice. There is someone out there who is dangerous and is a killer. Maybe nobody will appeal for either Ellie-Anna's saftey, there is still a chance that Ellie-Anna is still alive and I pray there is for Mercedes but I guess only one person knows the truth of what happened on 20th November and 4th April. But before you turn this off, put yourself in my possison, a grieving grandmother, or maybe my daughter's possison, she's lost her daughter and finally there sister, Jaqui, she's an only child now and she use to be one of three. Think about what's happening to my family, and imagine what we're feeling, I'd never wish this upon anyone. Not even my worst enemy.'

'My name is Jaqui, Mercy and El's older sister. I'm 33 years old, Mercy was 30 and El was 17, they''re both youger than me. I've not seen them in nearly two years, they hadn't even lived their life to the full potential it could be. Unlike me, it should have been me who was taken, I'd switch places with those two in a heart beat. I guess it's effecting me, how I never really stayed in contact once I moved away. This could have all been stopped if only they had asked to stay with me when they were both in trouble, I didn't invite them and that might be why they died. So please, I'm begging anyone who knows anything about my baby sisters, please get in contact with the Chester Police or dial 111 as soon as possible. Just think, it may be your sister who get's stabbed next,'

"Jesus," Mercedes whispered.

"See," I whispered back. "This is hurting so many people," 

"It must be serious, Jacqui's back home and she swore she was never coming home again," Mercedes told me.

"So why did Grace tell you to watch that, if it's making you want to go home. It'll ruin her plan," I asked. Out of the corner of my eye the news. "Look again," I whispered, pointing to the tv.

It was a video clip of Mercedes with her son Bobby, he was nearly four and she hadn't seen him in years. Then another video came up of Mercedes son now, he was sitting on Mum and Nana's knee.

"That's emotional blackmail," Mercedes hissed, storming out the room.

"Where are you going?" I shouted back.

"I need to talk to Grace, in person," Mercedes hissed, I looked around her bedroom door and she was packing a few different outfits into a bag.

"We're going home?" I asked and Mercedes sternly looked up at me.

"Not if you don't pack some stuff we're not," She smirked and I walked into the bedroom and took out a grey bag and shoved some of the posh dresses from my wardrobe, heel's, makeup and jewellery.