The Twelve Year Old Thief

The Twelve Year Old Thief (14)

I'd just like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!!!!!  Hope ya enjoy this xD

This is short because I am very busy today but....good enough, right? =P

P.S.  Another Lukey Bookey POV! hehe... (;

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Anna's P.O.V.

I stopped breathing as I half-heartedly watched the empty spot where the black van just was.

They got Luke.

Those three words kept replaying over and over in my mind.  I couldn't bring myself to believe it, though.  He helped me all this time and now he was gone, just like that.

I just sat on the pavement with my legs crosesd, looking around with broken hope.  The trees were swaying some.  Back and forth.  Back and forth, in sync with the wind.  Perfect rhythm, I mused recklessly.

My dad had already left in his blue car to follow them.  He forced me to stay behind, claiming how dangerous it could be and how I could get hurt.  Well, it's too late for that.  And I wouldn't have it.

"I'm going, too," I informed my mom.  I turned my head to see her stare at me with a shocked (angry, maybe?) expression as I continued.  "I'm not letting him get away like this after all we've been through together.  All that he has done for me."  I stood up and faced her.  "I'm not letting go that easily."

My mom squeezed me in a hug that didn't say 'I Love You' but more....'You're not going anywhere, young lady!'.  Sigh.  Moms.  "You're not leaving here ever, little miss.  I lost you once and I'm not losing you again."

"I honestly don't care what you think," I claimed, watching her expression change so it was clear that she was very mad.  "He's my friend.  He helped me get back to you.  And if I can come back once, I can do it again."  I pushed past her and spoke in a cold tone.  "Excuse me while I get some necessities packed.  And I walked through the front door, never looking back.

Luke's P.O.V.

I was so scared.

I kept telling myself that this would be over soon, but there was no way to tell.  What would they do with me?  Gulp.

The men had stuffed me in the back of the van.  I was alone.  And so nervous.  The thought of Anna having to put up with this because me shot through my heart.

I looked out the tinted black window and could barely see a car.  The driver looked familiar...wait.  That's Anna's dad!  I looked to the passenger seat, but was utterly disappointed that she wasn't sitting next to him.  She probably got tired of me.

There goes my chances with her.

The van hit something and I went barging into the wall.  Ouch.

The loud noise was followed by a string of curses.

"What the heck happened?!?"  "A, uh...flat tire."  Then more curses.