The Story No One Knew (Third Book In 'The Story We Live' Series

Ford

"You do know where you're going, right?" Echo asks my mom I'm guessing just to reassure herself.

"'Course I do." She replies, leading the way further into the yard but just before we reached the edge if the tree bundles again, Echo suggests something.

"Maybe we could just go around the woods this time? I've had enough with trees today."

Surprisingly, my mother was all for that plan. In fact, she sounded as though she'd been wanting someone to suggest that.

I brush it off though. I just want to get to Brad.

Mom starts redirecting and instead of heading into the trees, she starts to head to the street over to the right.

Echo was right, it felt safer walking along the sidewalk. Not enclosed and vulnerable.

"Guys," my mom says. She's in front of the both of us still leading the way.

"What?" I say in realization that she won't continue talking unless she gets a reply.

Me and Echo continue walking behind her, really not caring about what she was going to say. I notice we're about to pass a super nice blue Ford truck parked at the side of the road and I looked over to admire it.

"Guys look at that..." I begin but when my mother spun around, it was not to look at the car.

Instead, I only got a glimpse of her face before I felt a striking pain splatter over my head as she tugged on my hair, a whole hand full of Echo's long hair in her other hand.

We both struggled wildly as Echo screamed. It was smart to make as much noise as possible considering we were in a neighborhood.

I began yelling as loud as I could also. My adrenaline was raging and I felt my limbs tensing and I began to rapidly gain a headache from the constant hair tugging.

We were forced to face towards the Ford as my mother tried to adjust two fighting kids in her hands so that she could get the back car door open.

We wouldn't let that happen, of course not! We fought with our lives at which were at stake.

"Mom, stop!" I scream, my voice cracking in fear and adrenaline.

I see Echo attempting to scratch at her captor's hands clamped around her hair but my mom's committed and determined to keep her grip.

Mom's clearly getting tired of tussling around with us so that's a sign to keep fighting, make her weak. What I can't believe though, is that no one was hearing us yell!

Clearly, mother was growing impatient with us but before anything else could run through my head she pulled both her hands together with me and Echo still in her grasp.

It was long before the two of us made contact. Out heads clicked together and Echo instantly screamed in pain. My headache bulged.

She knew we were still collecting ourselves so she took the opportunity to collide our heads again...and again...and again.