"Help! help! Someone. Any one!" She screamed but no one heard. His grip was hard yet gentle, almost familiar. Into the dark she was dragged and never heard from again.
Stuck in this house playing the house wife only at the age of 15. Not knowing whether anyone had noticed that she was gone or if anyone was missing her. She had no idea what was going on in the world out side.
***
She's been missing for almost a year now and her sister is a wreck missing her like crazy. Becca never gave up on Sam, she always knew she would come back home. Until her birthday or the anverisery came around and she went into a deep depression. Becca wouldn't eat, she wouldn't sleep, she was a walking zombie. Her sisters disaperance really has taken a toll on her.
I can't help but wonder if this whole thing is my fault. I blame my self, I was supposed to meet her that night on the corner of Kingly and Bree St. to walk to Kennie's Ice Cream Palace. Her favorite was Chocolate Fudge Brownie Sunde with two cherries. She would feed me one and say this symbolized our bond together.
God I miss her she was so sweet,caring and innocent. I never got to tell her how I truly felt. The night she went missing was supposed to be the night. I knew something wrong after five minutes Sam was never late to anything, no matter what she was always on time.
"Mom he's doing that thing again.", said Becca pointing at Kyle, who was sitting on the couch staring at Sam's picture with all connection to our world drained from his face. Becca had that he would zone to a deep place of thought and from the outside look completely dead.
Kyle. Honey, are you going to stay for dinner?
There was a long pause. It wasn't until Mrs. K touched Kyle's shoulder that he jumped up looking quite shocked.
I'm sorry Mrs. K I don't want to intrude. And he walked out of the door
The night air was sweet and crisp
"Kyle honey are you ok?," Karyn said concern and sympathy all over her face. By now she's done hidding her emotions right around the time Sam disappeared her husband had left her and Becca. He couldn't stand the feelings he felt and left saying I be back after I figure this out but never did come back.
Snapping out of it "Yah Miss K just fine," I say Becca knew better and frowned at me for lieing so I add "I just miss her that's all""
"Don't we all....Would you like to stay for dinner I'm making parmisoin chicken."
"No thanks Miss K but thank you, any way moms probly making dinner at home."
Knowing that was a complete lie I jump up and give everyone a hug and say bye leaving my family behind. Not wanting to go home and face a drunken ass father and my tired crabby over worked mother. I walk down the street just thinking of her. Sam the most amazing girl ever. I miss you. Your always in my mind. We'll find you. We've never stopped looking. Hang in there Sammie. I love you baby.
***
Waking up with a major headache I stumble to my feet. Why am I so acky heading to the bathroom for an advil she trips and falls over a heap of something one the floor.
She hit her head on the dresser and rubs her head cursing under her breath.
"Dammit"
She looks down and sees this bulk of a man laying on the floor passed out in a heap. Nothing came to mind when she looked at this man only blank stares and memories that are foggy. Grabbing for the advil her hand touches something soft and looks seeing her bra right there hanging from the cabinet door in the bathroom.
"When did that get there? Oh well." she dismissed it as being tired from all her chores she had done and head down the grand staircase to the kitchen.
Day after day was the same. Wake up, advil, brefacts, then chores. Walking to the refrigerator she grabs for the eggs and bacon to cook. She knows the arome of bacon will wake the beast in the heap at the top of the stairs. The sizzle of the bacon fills the kitchen. She let's her mind wonder off to a time before she was a house wife. When she had friends and a family. She began to silently cry thinking of Kyle and how he must be feeling. I never even got to tell him goodbye. I'm sorry Kyle.
"Mourn'in swee-ty" the males voice came from behind her. He was hungover still slurring his words really bad.
"Be a dear and get me some coffee. You know how I like it, hot. and strong." He managed a wink before stumbling into the kitchen chair.
Silently, she obeyed. Grabbing a coffee cup,
