Mover

Find them

I nearly threw up when I opened the box. How could someone be that cruel. I couldn't look anymore and I turned away.

When I turned back around I saw the look on Vance's face, he was horrified.

The box was about the size of a shoe box or roughly that size. Inside was bright pink tissue paper that was splattered with red. Inside the paper was hair with a piece of scalp.

Long.

Blonde.

Hair.

Like Amber's.

The panic started to set in.

They had my sister and I don't think this person will give her up easy.

I looked in the box and saw a corner to an actual piece of paper. I didn't want to grab it but I had to know what it said.

It reads:

sO yOu LoOkEd In ThE bOx.
I gUeSs YoU dOnT lIsTeN.
bE tHaT iF iT mAy
I sUpPoSe YoU wAnT tO kNoW
wHo WaS iN tHe BoX
UnLeSs Of CoUrSe YoU aLrEaDy
kNoW?
StArTs WiTh
a
AnD eNdS wItH yOu!!

This isn't fair. Amy didn't do anything wrong. Who could she start anything with?

Or...

JERROD!!

I turned to Vance,"YOU DID THIS!"

He looked at me as if I were crazy.

"No I wouldn't how could I? I was with you." He sounded calm

"YOU AND JERROD DID THIS! JERROD SENT ME HERE SO YOU COULD KILL ME AND HE COULD KILL AMBER!" I shouted.

He looked hurt," No that's not it at all. Jerrod called me last night and told me Amber went out with friends and hasn't come back yet."

I sat down. How could this be happening? I thought.

This is my fault not hers. Isn't it?

Amber is to sweet to get into any bad crowd. But I don't quite know. One second she's a a complete bitch to me then the next she's nice.

Vance kneeled next to me and put an arm around my slouched shoulders.

"You know what happens next, right?"

"Yep," I say," I'm going to kick whoever's ass I have to."

He looked almost surprise. As if I had told him I ran over his dog.

I got up and stomped over to my room and packed only 3 things: All of my ammunition, 2 sets of jeans and shirts, and finally my picture box.

I put it all in a bright green drawstring bag I found in the closet. Closed it tight and sling it over my back.

I walk to the door and grab my gun from my bra once I get to the door. Instantly pointing it out the door as if I were an NCIS agent.

"Give me the keys to your car." I tell Vance.

"Here take my pick up," he paused,"How will I get in touch with you again?"

"Give me your phone number then." I said jumping at any movement.

He got a pen and wrote it on a small piece of paper. Then handed it to me.

"I will get a hold of you soon I promise."

"Ok. Be careful."

Then I jumped out and kept pointing the hand gun everywhere.

Once I got in the pickup I started it up and drove off.

"I'm going to find the mother fucker who dared touch my sister," I said with my hand on the shoe box.