I knocked on the door with my heart pounding. I wasn't sure how much time passed with Emma and I staring at the door waiting.
"No ones coming." Emma stated.
"No duh." I said a little harsher than I intended. My conversation with Kyle had gotten me on edge. He had tried to talk to me, but I just didn't want to.
"Well?" Emma asked raising her eyebrow. "What are we standing around here for. Lets go inside."
"Emma-"
"Come on. What's the worst that could happen?"
"Jeez, I dunno." I rolled my eyes. "The psyco that's been stalkin' us for the last week could definitely not be there."
"Exactly." She said ignoring my sarcasm. "So lets go."
She opened the door before I could protest any further.
I dunno' what I was expecting. Some run down heap of trash like the houses we had been in the past few days.
No, it was beautiful.
And strangely familiar.
The house opened to a gorgeous dining room, complete with one of those chandeliers that you only see on movies.
It gave me the chills. I knew that I had been here before. I didn't know how or when, but I knew I had been there.
Emma had the same stricken expression on her face. She felt it too.
Slowly, as if in a trance we walked forward. Into the house that brought up memories that seemed so close, yet do far away.
The door slammed shut behind us. I wheeled around.
"Enjoying the house?"
It was him. The kidnapper.
I didn't even think. I just grabbed Emma's wrist and bolted.
The next thing I knew, I was on the wooden floor with a piercing pain in my shin.
I opened my eyes long enough to see blood staining my ripped up jeans.
"Don't move or I'll shoot again." The psychopath says in a low voice. "And this this time it will be to the head."
Neither Emma nor I spoke. We knew he wasn't bluffing.
"Stand up." He ordered.
I try to stand up. A pang of pain slices through my leg, and my knees immediately buckle.
Emma sees my struggle and helps me stand. I lean against her for support as the man leads us up a flight of stairs.
Just when I don't think I'll pass out from the pain, the man opens a door, revealing a bedroom. The room had two identical beds, both with soft blue comforters. Across from the beds The room was decorated with a few large lamps on either side of a wooden book case.
The kidnapper shut the door quietly and walked towards us.
"Sit down."
Emma sat down and I collapsed next to her. My shin felt like it was on fire.
"Let me tell you a story. It starts with two thieves, a woman and a man, falling in love."
He turns to me. "I'm sure you who I'm talking about, Kaytlin."
My heart skips a beat. My parents? Is that who he's talking about?
He continues with the story. "They were good thieves, I will admit that. The police just couldn't seem to catch them. They never knew where they would strike next. That is, until one day. The police caught one of the thieves friends. He knew where they would strike next, and he ratted them out. The police were waiting for them when the two criminals held up the bank."
He paused. "Unfortunately the two of them got away, killing two police officers in the process."
He glares at the Emma and I, hatred evident in his eyes. "Those two police officers were my older twin brothers, only sixteen years old."
"I'm very sorry," says Emma. "But what's that have to do with us?"
He stands up. "Those two thieves, were your parents. You will pay for what they did to my brothers."
I understood now. Kyle had betrayed us.
And now we were going to die.
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Never Look Back
Aventura"You won't kill anyone else! I'll stop you!" "We'll see about that." Then he picks up his gun...
