For the Record

Chapter Forty Three

Harry's P.O.V.

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"Sarah? Sweetie? Is something going on?" I asked. I had just gotten off the phone with her what, ten minutes ago? Maybe she's just calling to tell me they caught Mr. Briorwood or something? Good news, right? Yeah, she's calling for good news.

"Hello? Harry?" I didn't reconize the voice on the other end of the line. Why wasn't I reconizing the voice on the other end of the line?

"How do I put this... My name is Martha? I was at the local hotel here in Holmes Chapel? Who gave Sarah a ride to the station?"

"Oh. Well, hello, Martha. Is there a particular reason that you're calling?"

"Umm... So we got to the station..."

"Uh huh,"

"And Sarah was telling the officer about the kiddnapping..."

"Uh huh,"

"And Mr. Briorwood somehow made it there before us..."

"Uh huh,"

"And... And he claimed to be Sarah's father..."

"Uh huh"

"And... And then..."

"Martha, sweetie, I understand that recalling the events that must have just taken place is a bit overwhelming to think about... But I need to know what happened to Sarah," I said as calmly as I possibly could.

"And then Sarah called him out on it but he denied it but then she mentioned his daughter and he said don't talk about my only daughter and she pointed it out and then he said 'see you in Hell' and next thing I knew there was a knife in Sarah's chest and now we're in the hospital and the doctors haven't gotten back to me yet and I don't know what to do but then I remembered Sarah slipping me her phone and whispering the passcode as she hugged me when she first saw Mr. Briorwood so I entered the passcode and it worked and I went to phone and found you number and now here I am talking to you,"

"Okay, Martha, its okay. It's all going to be okay. I guess that I better go get the car and stuff and cme there and stuff and see you soon and stuff," I think I was talking to myself more than Martha at this point.

"Okay. Bye Harry,"

"Bye," I breathed out.

"Boys!" I yelled, surprised that I could find my voice.

They all came running through the door like a stampede of wildebeasts.

"Hey, what's up Haz?" Niall asked.

"Did you find the plane tickets for Holmes Chapel, yet?" Liam chimed.

"Or is that the problem you called us in for, mate?" Louis added.

"Just tell us already!" Zayn cried.

"I would, if you would just give me the chance to talk! Yeesh! Sarah's in the hospital. Liam, Niall, Zayn? You need to go get Simon! Louis, I need you for moral support. I need to get in touch with Sarah's friends. So we're starting with Cat. Who also will most likely jump into your arms rather than mine because she's kinda madly in love with you... Wait whaaaat?? Let's go Lou!" I spat out, my mind racing everywhere. I grabbed Louis by the arm, and dragged him out the door.

The two of us jumped into the Porsche, while Niall, Zayn, and Liam got into the van that we managed to save from scrap in WMYB.

Catherine's P.O.V.