Walking Through the Time Capsule

Chapter 49

Walking Through the Time Capsule

Chapter 49

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Niall...

After we all calmed down, everyone decided to go to bed. It took them a long time to convince me though, because all I wanted to do was go search for her. They made a good argument though, saying it was the best idea to be well rested before we start looking for her. I also felt good with the knowledge that tomorrow we'd call the police. We had evidence that she was taken, so they couldn't pull the whole 'twenty four hours' crap.

But still, with telling myself rest was most important, I just couldn't fall asleep. All I could do was cry out my sorrows, muffling them into my blankets, before I went numb. Time passed as I stared up at the ceiling, hoping and praying that she would be okay.

Oh, who are you kidding? She's with her father, and her rapists, of course she's not okay.

I couldn't take this anymore. I couldn't lay here, and stare into space, while my princess was somewhere, most likely getting hurt. I can't believe how close we were. They literally drove straight past me and Harry, and we let them go. That stupid rag. That dumb cloth was what helped them take her from me.

Why did I keep fucking up? Every time things started working out, I screwed things over. Why was I such a fuck-up? All I did was ruin everything and everyone I love.

Deciding that I couldn't lay here, now that it was approaching four thirty in the morning, I clambered out of bed. I made sure to be as quiet as I could as I crept down the stairs. I wondered who was wide awake in their room, and who was asleep. Even though I was sure everyone had to be wide awake. Who could possibly sleep when someone you love is somewhere bad?

When I walked into the kitchen, I let out a small gasp at the disaster I made. There was glass and food absolutely everywhere. As I looked around, I was relieved that in my blind rage I didn't destroy anything irreplaceable.

I started by the sink, carefully picking up all the glass. It took an hour for me to clean up everything, and by some miracle, I didn't cut myself with any of the broken shards. When everything was all cleaned up, I tossed the two rubbish bags in the hallway by the front entrance.

In my midst of cleaning, I came across the polaroid again. Since I was no longer in shock, I actually had time to examine it before I threw it into the rubbish, angrily. The hand writing at the bottom was most definitely Nick's. The rope binding her wrists and ankles looked painfully tight. That was probably going to slice up and mark her skin. Her face was painfully twisted in her unconsciousness, as if she was having an all too familiar nightmare, which she was. She was curled inside the same stupid van we saw, laying limply on her side. I had furiously ripped it to shreds before throwing it away, not wanting to see the image anymore.

With everything cleaned, I went over to the only spot in the room I left untouched. I cleaned away all the mess she left, making sure to neatly put her ingredients back. I choked on a lone sob as I closed her cook book and put it on the shelf in the hallway. I stared at the tin foil wrapped container, the special surprise she made us, for a good ten minutes. It took a while before I convinced myself to open it. I needed to see what she made. I wanted to know the heartfelt gesture she left behind before this disaster struck.

I slowly unwrapped the foil from the container, and my heart seized in my chest when I looked at what was inside. I started to cry. Annabelle always had so much love in her heart. She cared for her friends more than anything.