The Case of the Missing Little Sister

Chapter Five

Ethan's P.O.V {Point of View}

I am right here in Emily's room and I am staring at a tall guy with short hair, Mark.

I sense something bad's going on, so I cut them off and then Mark and I begin talking. I feel he's hiding something, he's exaggerating, he's guilty of something and he's hiding it from Emily.

If I recall Emily and Mark's conversation, he said he was here for a while and he doesn't want to watch a movie in Emily's place? Why? He scurries off.

Emily looks in my direction, "That dude is cool." I lie. "Yeah, I know," she says and just walks off to her room and shuts the door behind her. I don't follow her. I sigh, and walk into my room. To be exact, the guest room.

I don't know why I agreed to this. It's not like, I wanted to come or anything. She was helpless. Really.

I just wanted to help her, and make her know, that I wasn't only a mischievous person. I did care. I do care. 

I jump on my supposed bed and lie down. I pull out my phone, three missed calls and fourteen texts. Damn. 

All of them, from an unknown number? 

I read the texts, one by one, and they were, very creepy. 

Tell Emily to leave me alone, do you understand?!

She'll be in trouble, unless you don't stop!

Don't tell everyone!

You're crazy, you shouldn't be doing this.

STAY AWAY FROM THE  GUY.

STOP!!!!!!!!

And more creepy texts waited patiently for me. With a flick of a button, I pressed, the screen turned black. I jumped to my feet, and headed towards Emily's room.

I knock on the door. No reply.

"Don't force me," I say. No reply. I knock twice.

"Don't play games," I warn. A frown takes over my face. I knock thrice. NO reply.

My expression turns to a worried one, and I barge into her room.

She lies on the bed, expressionless. I run to her side and stare at her, in surprise mixed with fear. 

I notice she's kinda, sleeping. Really, Ethan, how stupid can you be...? Or wait, is she really sleeping? I poke her cheek and jolts awake and throws a punch at me, in self-defense. 

"WHAT THE HECK!?" Emily screeches and sends me a death glare, still not recognizing me, is she? She grabs a... bat from behind her bed and swings it in my face. 

I fly to the other side of the room, I feel my cheek heat up and I feel something trickle down my chin and drop on my shirt. Blood.

I notice that she's advancing towards me and I know I should have done this way before, but I do. "I'm freaking Ethan!" I say urgently. 

Then she stops in her tracks and looks at me doubtfully. What is she planning to do?! Drop the bat! "Ethan...?" she asks, her memory, still a blur. Then she comes to her senses, "Ethan!?" she says more confident of who I am. She drops her bat and runs to switch on the light in her room.