My Kidnapper*No More Updates*

Chapter 15

Cassie's POV

*Flashback*

"Chris stop it!"

"Make me!"

"Mom!Chris is pulling my hair again!"

"Chris stop bothering your sister and the both of you come here."

I stuck my tongue out at my brother before walking over to our mom.

"Now listen you two.Mommy has to go to the store right quick.Daddy's on his way and forgot his key and since he lost his old pair,mommy had to give him hers,which he lost again."

I giggled.

"So I want you two to open the door for your dad and only your dad okay?"

We both nodded and our mom kissed us on our cheeks before heading out.

*4 hours later*

"Daddy Chris keeps poking me!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"That's enough you two.Chris,stop tormenting your little sister."

Chris pouted and slouched in his seat while I smiled and continued to eat the dinner dad had maid us.Mom was still gone.I wonder where she is.She is never late for dinner.If she was gonna be late,she would have--

Ring.Ring.

--called.That must be her.

"Excuse me kids."

Dad got up to answer the phone.A few minutes later,he came back,but something was wrong.

"Kids.Get in the car now!"

We shot our dad a confusing look,but did as we were told.

Once we had put our shoes on,we slipped into the car and headed to an unfamiliar place.

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The hospital?

What are we doing here?

I hate hospitals.They're so sad and depressing.All those poor people who could be dying.

We hopped out the car and Chris grabbed my hand.He must've noticed the frighted look on my face.I squeezed his hand and he squeezed back as if to say 'Everything is gonna be okay'.

We walked into the building,closely trailing behind our dad.We walked up to a lady behind with short brown hair who was standing behind a counter.She sent me a warm smile before turning to my dad.

"How may I help you?"

"Yes I'm looking for Chrissy Sander's room."

She typed away on her computer before turning back to us.

"Room 129."

"Thank you.Come on kids."

We started to walk closely behind our dad.We soon came up to a white door that had Room 129 written on it.We walked into the door and there we saw our mom lying on the bed.There were so many wires thingys hooked up to her body.Her face was filled with scratches and bruises.Her chest was slowly rising up and down.