The Case of the Missing Little Sister

Chapter Twenty

OMFG! The twentieth chapter already?
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I feel ticklish. Somewhere in my palm. But, I don't want to see what it is. Something buzzes again, and sleepily I open my eyes. Oh no. I was so lost that I forgot about going home. I had fallen asleep on this old, ruddy swing!

I get up calmly, brush my pant. I run my fingers through my hair, making sure I don't look like a clown. I flip my phone on. 8.37 pm.

Crap.

I looked around my swing, and couldn't see a thing thanks to the darkness. Frustrated, I walked and somehow found the exit of the park. Okay, I was in no hurry, but my family would be freaking out that I'm not there. I grit my teeth, and walked along the footpath that lead to my house. I tried not acting suspicious. People might misunderstand.

The whole area is dead silent, which creeps me out. What if I'm kidnapped? Coming to that, I'm actually surprised that Bookie came back without a scratch. But of course, they succeeded in brain-washing her. I know it. I shouldn't have ever gotten into situations like this. Ever. Now, what I should do is dismiss Ethan, the freak, and tell Bookie to not care about this matter anymore

And I will drop this investigation, which I should have. I pushed my hands into my pockets and silently listened to the cool wind blowing, the slapping of my flips against the side walk.

I hear a skidding sound but I ignore it. Bikers might be zipping? Or underage kids fooling around?

I heard something come closer and closer and closer. To me. Kidnappers, of course. I was panicking and I knew it, without a second thought, I ran as fast as my legs could allow me. I ran for about quarter a mile. I collapsed on my knees and panted like a crazy dog.

Ouch, I turn my head backwards.
Nobody. Gosh. But thanks to that devil, I at least lost some calories.

I push my hair out of my face and try to act like a normal person. But that won't be possible. A teenager walking in the dark with a hoodie on? I must be looking like a serial killer.

I walk down the street, and take my trusty shortcut to my street. Of course, there's a cop on duty. He turns around and flashes light on my face.

"Young lady, you should be at home." He says. Thankfully, he was a chilled out, 45-year old cop. That is very rare.

"Yes, I was at my friend's place and I'm going home." I lied and smiled innocently. He nodded. I nodded back and walked quickly out of his sight.

I saw my fabulous house and a light still on. In my room. I see two figures there. I can bet on a $1000 that it's Ethan and Bookie.

I sneaked up behind my house and slowly entered through the back door. No one. I heard the famous soundtrack of my parents' show. Ha. Of course.

I quickly tip-toed to the staircase and went up them. From my room, where whispers sounding. Worried ones.

"I didn't know she would vanish!" Bookie says. "I think we shouldn't have told her that! I called her, my number was blocked." Ethan argues.

I smile to myself. They actually worry. But still, I'm super angry and hurt. Thinking of it, makes me feel betrayed.

"What are her parents gonna think of us?" She screams.

I enter the room, "Get out of my room." I say firmly, they both exchange looks.

"Emi-" I cut her off, with my anger taking over me, "Well, I said something. GET OUT. Don't make me drag both of you out."

They both finally move and I collapse on my floor itself.

My phone buzzes, 'Hey Emily! Are you free? I'm having a party at my place?' Mark asks. I can go. I want to g I will go. No one can stop me.

I text back, 'Sure thing.'

I quickly open up my closet and quickly change into an awesome dress and I put in bright, neon earrings. I open my room door and I see Ethan and Bookie talking. They stop. And eye me, top to bottom.

"Where are you going?" Bookie asks.

"None. Of. Your. Business." I snap. I quickly regret saying that and I just scurry off.
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[Author's Note: Alcohol usage is in the next paragraph and followed.]
I enter Mark's house. It's full of people dancing and singing and a staunch smell of alcohol is present. I'm going to get drunk. Today.

I walk to the kitchen and grab a red cup and fill it up with some sort of alcohol. Last time it burned my throat, but this time, something new is going to occur.

I tip the glass down and even though it doesn't taste the best, I withhold my hatred.

"Emily?" I look back at who is the unlucky person who called me.

Of course. My luck is fantastic.

Ethan and Bookie walk in. Ethan comes closer, sniffs the air for some dumb reason and says wisely, "You're drunk."

"And you're an asshole." I say, with a straight face.

I fill my cup up again, and drink it.

"Don't drink. Let's go." He says.

I take in another cup, "Why will I-" I gulp and continue, "listen to you?"

"Just come on." He yanks my arm. I shove him absentmindedly.

"When did you get so dumb and overprotective and sh*ty?"

"Emily. You're drunk and I'm taking you out of here."

I just don't know what happens next. I'm either too drowned in alcohol or in sorrow.
Either way, I'm fine.