Forgotten (original version)

Chapter 6

I debate between answering the call or not. I make a mental pros and cons list.

Pros:

I would find out where Dani is (possibly)

I would find out if she's ok (possibly)

I would find out who the kidnapper is (possibly)

Cons:

I would get hunted down (possibly)

And . . . That was all I could think of for the cons list.

I answer the phone with a shaky hand and put it on speaker phone.

"H-hello?" I ask.

"LUCI HELP ME HE'S GONNA GET ME." I hear through the phone. It sounds like she's running.

"WHO IS GONNA GET YOU? WHERE ARE YOU?!" I ask in a panicked voice. My only response is a blood curdling scream. I hear someone pick up the phone, and this time it isn't Dani.

"If you try to find her I will kill you and your family. And it won't be quick." A deep voice warns. Then he hangs up. All the blood drains from my face. I slowly step out of the door, using the wall as a crutch. My face still ghost pale.

"Luciana, what happened?" Harry asks me. I shake my head. I can't believe I was so close to finding Dani, and just like that she was gone . . .

I slowly make my way to the couch, and sink into its soft cushions, curling my knees to my chest.

"I was so close." I whisper.

"Close to what?" He wonders.

"Close to finding Dani." Harry looked at me with a confused expression across his face. I have to explain now.

I told him every gruesome detail. From Dani running from someone, to the sound of the kidnappers' voice. I even told him the way Dani screamed. Like she had just seen death itself. But words don't do justice.

By the time I was done explaining I was in tears. Harry sits there staring at absolutely nothing. I put my hand on his shoulder and tell him it'll be ok. But it won't be. After all of this, it's hard to see how anything good could come from this.

"We have to find her." I whisper. My pulse pounds in my ears.

"We will. And we are leaving right now." Harry said while dragging me out the door.

"Whoa slow down! Where are we going?"

"To the road by the woods. It's this way." He tried to grab my wrist, but I swatted his hand away.

"No. We're coming up with a plan. It's only the twelfth. We still have five days." He breaks down crying and I find myself questioning my decision. But I'm right. I know it.

"Wait, why are you so sad about waiting? I mean, of course I want to get her back. More than anything. But you're a wreck right now." I look at him with concern painted across my features.

"I-I just-" he stammers. Then realization hits me.

"You . . . like her . . . Don't you?" He doesn't respond. But his silence is all I needed to hear.

I wrap my arms around his waist and squeeze him until my arms are shaking.

"We're gonna get her back. I promise."

"But what if we don't? What if we let her down, and he ends up killing her in the end. Then all of this would be a huge waste of time." I flinch. I hadn't wanted to think about that. But I have to admit it's a possibility.

Mom pulls up in our silver car. She had just come back from the grocery store. She sees us standing in the driveway and immediately runs up to us.

"Are you guys ok?" Mom asks. I shake my head and whisper to Harry that it was his time to explain before running to my room. I slam the door behind me, and slide under my comforter, letting all of today's worries drift away.

I dream that I'm being chased by a murderer. He has brown hair, green eyes, and a scar across his entire face. I trip on a tree root and face plant into the mud. Turning around I see the murderer standing right above me, holding a knife and smiling. I let out a scream and it took me a minute to realize that the sound escaped my mouth.

I sat straight up in my bed, my hair sticking to my forehead. I hear Harry run from his room to mine. He flings my door open with a look of worry in his eyes.

"Sorry. I'm fine. It's just a nightmare." He nods his head but still sits down next to me.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asked me. I shake my head. I really don't.

"I think I'll just sleep in Mom's room tonight." I say with a shaky voice. Ever since I was little I've slept in my moms room if I had a nightmare. She said it comforts her. Which is good because it comforts me too.

I get up and make my way to her room. Images of my nightmare keep flashing through my mind. I push my back into the wall and take deep breaths. My hands dig into the textured wall as I try to calm down.

Once I finally calm down, I walk into mom's room.

I let out a gritty scream, and stumbled back. Smashing into the wall, causing a vase of flowers to shatter. I fall to the ground and curl into a ball, rocking back and forth. Harry comes running.

"LUCIANA WHAT HAPPENED?" He screamed at me while kneeling down to face me.

"IT'S MOM." I managed to get out between sobs. My mom was laying on the ground, with a dagger through her stomach.