You asked, I delivered. This is the official sequel to my very first story on this website, "Break the Cycle".
This story begins exactly where "Break the Cycle" left off; Christmas Day. It's a day of celebration for the Cerulli f...
Riley, Chris and Sabrina all sat in the living room, watching TV.
Buuzzzz
"I'll get it." Chris says. He stands and goes to the front door. He presses the button.
"Hello?"
"Christopher?" A woman's voice asks.
"Yes, who's this?"
"Meredith Poncher."
Chris looks to Riley and Sabrina. All of their eyes widen.
"Uhh..." Chris says.
"Please, help me. You're my last hope...Do you know where Emily is?"
"Oh my God." Sabrina says, quietly.
"Um...one moment." Chris says before releasing the button and looking to Sabrina, "What do we do?!"
"Is Meredith trustworthy?" Riley asks.
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"I don't know." Sabrina says.
"Well, whenever the Ponchers have caused trouble, it's always been at the fault of Lathan. He seems to be the one running the show..." Chris trails, "I've never interacted with Meredith much. She always just seems to sort of be...there."
"So then what do you want to do?" Sabrina asks.
Chris chews the inside of his cheek, thinking, "I'll see if she seems trustworthy, then decide if she's worth telling the truth to or not as to where Emily is."
Riley and Sabrina glance at each other, worriedly, but don't say anything.
Chris presses the button again, "Come on up, Meredith. I'll buzz you in."
Riley stands, "Should I leave...?"
"Probably, but don't say anything to Emily." Chris says.
"I won't. I'll be in my room." Riley says before dashing upstairs. She didn't go to her room though. Instead, she lay on her stomach on the floor at the very top of the stairs so that she wouldn't be in the way, but she could still watch.
A minute later, there's a knock on the door.
Chris takes a breath, then opens the door to reveal a very distressed looking Meredith Poncher. She was the picture perfect, text-book definition of a Pastor's wife as far as her appearance went. She had frayed, brown hair that was graying, piled into a neat bun with bangs that went to just above her thin eyebrows. She had light peach skin with just barely visible lines under her sea foam green eyes. She wore no makeup aside from a light pink gloss on her lips. She wore a pink, purple, white and green, floral dress that went to her ankles, buttoned up to her collar bone with a jean jacket over it. A golden cross necklace was around her neck and rested on her chest. The only other jewelry she wore was her wedding ring. Her nails were painted with a light pink nail polish. Worn, brown boots rest on her feet and she had a brown over-the-shoulder purse resting on her hip. She clung to it tightly and took a step back when Chris opened the door.
