❝ god you're so addicting ❞ he said with the stupidest smile on his face.
North Denver residents don't dare to utter the name Lucy Parker. She is fierce and will not hesitate to fight anyone. Vance hopper is aware of this fact causing constant confl...
I'm was sitting in the police station crying my eyes out. Vance has gone missing too. I feel like I'm a curse. That all of this is my fault. This is all to much. His dad didn't know Vance was missing so I had to make the report. Luckily officer Thomas was the one to help me.
I like officer Thomas. He's always giving me stickers or candy whenever I see him. He gives the best, warmest hugs. He's like the dad I've been longing for.
I was sitting in the chair, hunched over, hugging myself, crying. Officer Thomas was rubbing my back to calm me down.
"Just take a deep breath ok?..." He said trying to comfort me. I took a deep breath multiple times. "now.. tell me anything you can remember.. " he said in a soothing tone. " I- I don't remember anything.. " I cried out. I felt so useless.
" Ok.. that's ok.. that's totally fine" officer Thomas said as he continues to calm me down " just tell me about Vance.. where was he last? " He asked as he turned to the computer.
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Its such a painful experience to fill out a missing person report. I continued to hug myself as I cried.
"Molly?" Officer Thomas said, trying to get my attention. I only looked at him. "Do you remember anything? Anything at all?" He asked. I shook my head 'no' in response.
He sighed," did... Did anyone try talking to you?". The moment he said that, a memory started to replay in my head. " Yeah... " I whispered. Instead of hugging myself, I started to fidget with my fingers. Distracting me from the guilt that was eating me alive and the thoughts that make believe it's my fault.
" There was a.. uh" I tried hard to recall the memory. But it was difficult because it happened a while ago. " There was a guy.. he was asking me to get in his van" I uttered. Officer Thomas was quick to pick up a piece of paper and pencil. "What did he look like?" He questioned.
"Um.. tall, very pale, he.. he had a hat.." I mumbled out. Officer Thomas wrote down my response. "What did the van look like?" He asked.
I took in a breath, "black... I think" I was disappointed that I could only remember so little. I was helpless and useless. Pathetic even.
LUCY 'S POV
I was laying on the bed, Vance hovering over my wound, about to stitch it. He pulled out a shot bottle of Jack Daniels, and gave it to me. "Where the hell did you get this?" I asked. He shrugged "it was tied to my ankle and I forgot about it. Drink it, it'll help with the pain." I quickly took the shot as he said that, he put the thread through the needle.
'oh god!' now, I'm not scared of needles. But the thought of Vance stitching my wound was terrifying. So much could go wrong. But I could also die if I don't let him do it so there's not much of an option.
We ripped a hole in my pants where my wound was so it would be easier for Vance to stitch me up. "Ok.. you ready?" He asked me. I nodded and covered my mouth in case I started to scream from the pain. He stuck the needle in. It hurt a little, but I was ok.
He stuck the needle in again, and again, and again. I was letting out muffled screams. I was trying not to move. But the pain was making that difficult. I was watching the whole time, watching as he got closer to the end. He finally had finished.
"Thank God" I whispered. He gave me a 'i hate to tell you' type of look. "What's that look for?" I asked hesitantly. "I have to do it again" he muttered. My eyes widen. "Well think about it! This thin piece of string isn't going to do anything! I have to do it again" he said defensively.
"Mother fucker!" I shout. He gave me a look of reassurance. "Just... Hurry the hell up and let's get it over with" I said.
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I have two layers of stitches in both wounds. It hurts a lot and I can feel it throbbing. But I choose to ignore it.
I was sitting next to Vance with my head on his shoulder. "So.." he said breaking the silence "how did he take you?" He asked referring to the grabber. "A surprise attack. He came at me from behind, like he did with you.." I yawned out.
"Probably because we would be able to fight him off" Vance quipped. The realization hit me. " Yeah..! " I agreed. "Think about it," I continued on "we were close to beating the shit out of him earlier, but that wasn't even planned. But if we did plan something out, we could beat the living hell out of him!"
We came up with a plan. But, we needed weapons. We searched the room. We were considering using the wood that was covering the window, till the phone rang.
It's been a while since I heard that phone ring. My heart sank when I heard it. I looked at Vance to see if he heard it too. We made eye contact. 'you hear it too?' he mouthed.
I walked away from the window and up to the phone. I slowly picked it up. "Hello?" I asked. I was met with static. "Hello? Billy?"
Vance was looking at me confused. "You don't have much time" he said. I was trying to analyze his voice. "You're doing better than all of us.." he says. I narrowed it down to Griffin Stagg.
"You're Griffin Stagg" I said. "Probably.. it's all pretty hazy" he continues his sentence "you don't have much time". "You don't have much time" he repeated but in a more stern tone.
" When you do escape.. you need to know the combination. " Griffin informed me. "it was my bike lock, he took it when he took me" he spoke.
" What's the combination? " I asked. "I don't remember" he mumbled. I was beginning to get frustrated. " But I remember that I wrote it down.. " he added. " Where?" I asked as my eyes dart around the room trying to find it.
" I carved it on the wall, the one on the right, about shoulder height when your sitting down" he replied. I ditched the phone and immediately went to the wall looking for the carving. It's hard to see it since there's barely any light peaking through the window.
I turned to Vance " take the board down" I told him. He started to do so. The light from the window poured into the room and I saw the numbers 23317. I went back to the phone " is it 23-3-17 or 2-33-17 or 23-31-7" I asked.
" I can't remember " he said getting overwhelmed. "You'll have to try them all" he added before he hung up.
" What the hell was that?! " Vance asked. I sighed "every once in a while the people who he killed call through that phone"
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******* I think I'm getting sick again lol. Bro and my sleep schedule is so wack cuz it'll be 2 in the morning and I'll be tryna sleep but then I get inspiration to write so I won't go to bed till like 4. ANYWAY I added a disclaimer to the characters chapter so no one can accuse me of anything so yeahhh. I hope you guys have a great day/night/morning love you!
