The missing.

Chapter 9

Harold looked at me, his green eyes were no longer filled with fear they were full of excitement. What was he going to do to me? I have nothing for them, I mean if Harold's uncle just played along that he never done it and made up a story I wouldn't of known Harold and his uncle were behind it.

I still didn't know that they murdered miss croc, but by keeping me captive and saying I knew to much about it, kinda seems like it was true.

I lid on the couch, with my hands tied behind my back waiting for the knife to slit my skin or waiting for my life to end, whatever way they wanted to kill me was going to happen soon.

I could hear them in the kitchen talking, but I couldn't pick it out, I mean I knew I should've kept out of it but I had to find out about what happened to mrs.croc.

They both walked in the living room, his uncle had duck-tape and Harold lid me on my back, I didn't fight with them afraid they kill me like they killed mrs.croc.

They wrapped the duck-tape around my feet and ankles so I couldn't run. I started to scream and yell, I was to afraid to keep quite anymore.

Harold's hand raised and it came right across my face. I lifted my head back up after the slap and I could taste blood, sure enough my lip was bleeding. My face stung as they put the duck tape across my mouth.

I could feel hot tears roll down my face, why are they doing this? I didn't wanna die.. Not now.

Harold lifted me up and carried me to his car, he opened the trunk. I tried to move around enough so they wouldn't get me in the trunk, but it wouldn't work. Harold threw me in there and I landed hard. My whole body ached, Harold slammed the trunk.

I cried with pain and fear, I could hear the car of the engine start up but I didn't know where we were headed. We went over bump after bump, causing my body to bounce and bounce. Finally the car came to a halt.

I tried to stop my heavy breathing so I could hear what they were saying but It was no use, I couldn't hear anything just mumbling. The trunk of the car hood opened.

I looked outside, I didn't know where we were, an old shed was all I saw. Harold lifted me up over his back and carried me inside. He sat me down on a chair and faced me.

" wanna know the whole story now, what happened to mrs.croc?"

I nodded, I wasn't going to hesitate because If I lived through all this i could then tell the police the real reason she disappeared.

Harold removed the tape from my mouth and wiped the blood from my face. He was more calm now, didn't even seem like he was mad anymore.

Harold hauled over a chair and sat in front of me, he looked at me, it was creepy. Then leaned back and put his feet up on the table that was there.

" now where do I begin"

Authors note; think Kate will live? What's Harold's story about? Keep reading and thanks for all the votes so far, very much appreciated! Don't forget to keep voting everyone! Thankss:)