a sister who's actions are untamed,
and a brother who's feelings are untamed.
With complete different personalities, yet an awesome bond, the siblings join a summer camp. She plans to fix her problems, he plans to make friends.
But while she's able...
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"Ma'am—"
But the woman shakes her head and continues walking.
"Please," Thomas tries. "We—"
She holds up her hands, fastening her pace before she disappears around a corner.
I don't know what day it is, but it seems to be one of the days on which barely anyone is shopping. And the people we do meet, refuse to listen and won't help us call the police.
"We should just go to a store," I say. "Ask the cashier. They can't just send us away."
"I haven't seen much open stores. It must be a Sunday," Thomas mutters. "Maybe a restaurant, though, yeah."
We're literally walking through the streets, barefoot. Our clothes are ripped, dirty, and damp. My hair must look like a complete nest. Thomas's face still looks abused and my neck has Austin's fingerprints on it.
We don't look very approachable.
"Hi, sir." Thomas steps up to a man. "We got kidnapped by my father and—"
The man shoots him a look. "Funny." And continues walking.
"That sounded ridiculous, indeed," I whisper to Thomas. "Don't pull that again. Leave the part about Austin out."
"Here?" With a questioning look, Thomas points at cafe.
"We'll give it a try."
We enter the cafe and immediately receive a few glares. I cringe at the people covering their noses or sniffing in disgust. We must smell horrible.
"Hi, sir," I start talking to the younger male behind the counter. "I think you might've heard this from police before, but my friend and I got abducted a while ago. We managed to escape and we would really, really appreciate it if you could call the police or let us call a family member."
He squints his eyes at us.
Gosh, I probably sound way too formal for someone who got kidnapped.
"Are you pranking me?" He asks.
"No," Thomas's voice does sound more desperate, luckily. "We swear. Please, call someone or let us do it."
"It's illegal to call nine-one-one without—"
"But this is not an illegal case!" I yelp. "We've been gone for I don't know how long and this is like our third attempt of reaching our family and our thousandth attempt to get a stranger to help us. Please."
The man looks around the cafe. With a sigh, he walks off. I start getting angry at first, thinking he won't help, but he returns with a colleague.
"Can you stand there for a few minutes while I help these kids out?" He asks the woman. She nods, not very interested in us.
