Lucy's POV
I just sat there in the dining room for about an hour. He didn't even try to fight it when I said I wouldn't give him any food. Something in my stomach just didn't sit right at the idea of him just leaving like that. Maybe it's all these years around untrustworthy people, that's the formal way of explaining that I have trust issues and look too much into things.
When I realized my food had gotten cold and the sun was starting to set I got up from my seat at the table. I threw my food out and put my plate in the sink before walking around the house.
Something just didn't feel right. When I walked past the basement door a thump was heard from behind the door. My breath caught in my throat. I quickly turned the lock on the door to lock it and run to find the nearest weapon I could find, which happened to be a small hand gun hidden in a secret pocket in the curtains.
I stood back front of the door when I heard glass shatter, the sounded however didn't come from out of the basement but from the upstairs.
My hand shot to my pocket to try to find my phone, but I found my pocket empty.
I heard the creaking sound from one of the basement steps. Besides that, the only sound I could hear was my own breathing. My eyes scanned the room, looking for something to contact Jason with. Nothing.
My eyes landed on the home phone attached to the wall. The cable was cut in half.
For a second everything seemed to stand still. I hold in my breath trying to hear another sound. Things seemed the be thrown around upstairs as I could hear things falling.
My gaze, once again, fell on the door handle from the basement door, the handle slowly went down, I stood in front of the door with my gun aimed at the wooden door.
I could hear the lock twisting and the second the door started to open I pulled it open in one swift motion kicking the person behind it right in the gut with some much force he tumbled down the stairs.
I heard the person curse and run back up the stairs. Which was my que to get the fuck outta here
I run towards back door, the sound of the basement door slamming was all I heard as I started climbing the tree that stood on the side of the house.
I jumped from the highest branch of the tree onto the roof. I stood above my bedroom balcony now, voices coming from inside of it.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T FIND IT. IT HAS TO BE THERE" the voice screamed.
I looked over the edge and saw two men dressed in black throw my things around the room, looking for something that I knew they wouldn't find.
That's when I felt the kick in the side and the last thing I felt before everything turned black was my body falling and slamming into the ground.
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A note you may find interesting is that this isn't a book. It's a short story. It's not going to be a million pages long, it's just going to be around 15-20 chapters
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