The Brave and Beautiful

If These Phones Could Talk

Izzy's POV (Present)

"I really don't like this idea. Just letting you know" David said, rolling his eyes.

"Don't look at me, it was Adam's idea..." I said.

"I would never kill my children" Hope said. I could have sworn tears were starting to form in her eyes. Adam stood tall.

"Are we really gonna back out of this? Are we just gonna give up on this plan? NO! We are doing this" Adam yelled, making me, Hope, and David fall in line. With a quick swipe, Adam lifted up his hammer, and smashed his phone.

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David's POV (A Few Days Ago)

"Are the windows locked?" My mother said, checking every one in my room. I looked at the one window in my room, and laughed,

"Mom, it's fine..." I lied. I was down right terrified to sleep tonight. After being kidnapped for 2 weeks, and not remembering anything that happened during that time, you kind of freak out. My mom had been extremely protective, but I don't blame her. I remember when me and Adam walked to the police station, and the police had called our parents. I remember seeing my mom and dad's expressions when they saw me. I had never been hugged so tightly. The sound of crying was something I became used to. They were so happy to see me.

"Okay, so remember David, I won't be home tomorrow morning, and neither will your dad. When you wake up, we will probably be gone. Make sure all the doors are locked, and just... be careful." She sighed. She looked at me, as if she didn't believe I was there. Then, she turned and left.

She was so protective, because the person who kidnapped me was still out there. The police haven't found out who had done this. Whoever it was blew up the mine, so obviously this person was insane. I remember the night we went missing, though. I remember up to where rocks began to fall from the ceiling. Then, nothing. I climbed into my bed, and sigh. Thinking about it just made it worse. But I can't escape from my own mind. It owns me. I look at my clock. 10:13. I stay awake for hours, shaking. But eventually, sleep grabs me, cuddling me till morning

*

The winter sun shines through my bedroom window. My eyelids burst open, and listen for movement. Nothing. I run downstairs, and find a note on the table.

Keep safe! Love you

-Mom and Dad

I, still in my pyjamas, open the front door of my house, and breath in the cool fresh air. I look down, and am startled by a bouquet of roses below my feet. I pick them up, and see a note sticking out through them. I grab it, and am not surprised.

Wake up and smell the roses, bitch!

-236

I look around out side. How could 236 have planted these here? When? I close my door, and lock it, making sure to throw the roses away immediately. 236 was one of the reasons I wish I could go back to being kidnapped. Wherever I was, 236 wasn't.