Letters & Kidnappings

C h a p t e r S i x~ T h e F i r s t T i m e

September 28th, 7:56am
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I got up early that day to sort out some stuff. I went to the police, and did exactly what the mysterious man had said to do. After a tiring argument with the chief of police on why I decided to take the reports down I finally got them to do as I asked. And with an odd request they gave me her cut off finger in a Ziploc baggy.

When i got home Mom was passed out cold on the couch. Her hair was still a mess from the night before. She still had on her party dress, and jewelry. I grabbed her shoes off the coffee table in front of her; moving them into her closet where they should be.

I debated on whether now would be a good time to call Tyler or not. When I tried I got a busy voice box reply saying he was at practice. I hung up with out leaving a message. He might not be ready to talk about what I just did. He wouldn't understand why I did it either. Would the mysterious man mind if I told him??

I sat at my desk looking over the letter Amanda wrote me. It was her hand writing. It was all her words. She sounded so happy too. Just like she normally did when we write each other letters. Why was she doing this to me? Was it really what she wanted? To run away with some guy at fifteen, and have eight kids by senior year? That didn't sound like her at all. It doesn't piece together. There's pieces missing. I know there is.

Just as I was deep in thought my phone rang giving me a heart attack. I looked at the caller ID.

KATH IS CALLING...

"Hey, Kath." I said holding the phone to my ear. Kathryn, Kath as I call her, is Tyler's sister. Someone I'm also very close to since me, and Tyler have known each other since the day we could walk. She was my sister from another mister.

"Tyler told me about the letter," Her voice sounded a drift like it wasn't coming from her mouth, but somewhere else in the room. Her, and Amanda never really liked each other. They were, I guess you could call it, friend/enemies. Freshman year the news of her missing kind of upset Kath; Like she enjoyed the annoying arguments, and always having someone to compete with. "Are you doing okay, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart, the word now makes me sick. All because he used it.

"Yeah," I paused. "I'm fine. Don't worry."

I didn't even try to hide the worry, and guilt in my voice. We all know I'm going to have to face reality eventually. Face the fact she's gone. That I can't have my best friend back.

"Don't worry, she will be fine." She said. Trying to make me feel better. The thought of the finger flooded my mind. I didn't tell them about it. I glanced over at the Ziploc bag on my desk. The finger pale, and bloody.

"I need to go.." before she could protest I hung up.

I turned my phone off. I didn't want any distractions. I didn't want anyone to hear me cry. I through my phone across the room. I dropped to my knees. The feeling in my chest kept getting worse, and more dreadful. I sunk into myself. The tears streamed down my checks. I rolled up into a tight little ball in the middle of my room. I let it all out. I cried for the first time in three years. The first time I realized she really wasn't with me anymore, and I'd have to accept that fact now.

I felt like a building collapsing in on its self over, and over again...