Come Find Me (editing before I complete)

Chapter 4

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     Chapter 4    

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Everyone in the room was silent. They had all heard the gun shot.

The king stood frozen in his spot, gripping the phone tightly in his shaking hand, almost to the point of crushing it.

Was his daughter ok? Who had gotten shot? What was happening?

All these questions were flooding through his mind. He blamed himself.

If he hadn't forced his daughter to be the ideal princess, if she had just been herself she wouldn't have gotten bored and wondered off. Emma wouldn't be in hospital and things would be the way they were supposed to be.

They would have been happy.

What worried him the most though, was that the investigators suspected an inside job.

Someone he trusted was behind this and he was determined to find out who they were and make them pay.

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I had absolutely no idea where I was going...

I had been running for a while now and let me tell you, I was not fit enough for this.

I seriously felt like a fat kid with asthma chasing after the smell of a chocolate cake in the middle of nowhere. With my luck I'd probably end up finding a gingerbread house with an evil pedophilic witch inside.

Shaking my head I slowed down to a fast paced walk, about to pass out from the heat.

What would possess someone to build a house in the middle of a desert?!

"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!" I kept repeating over and over again, throwing a mini tantrum.

All my emotions were bottled up and I knew it wasn't good. I had to think clearly and logically to decide my next move, not have a tantrum in the middle of nowhere. I was a princess, I had to act like one, even if there was nobody around.

I looked around me, doing a three-sixty spin while squinting my eyes, hoping to see something, anything, that would help me.

This was stupid.

I was stupid.

"I should have searched the house! They probably had a landline that I could have used!"

I contemplated turning back, but being the smart person I was, I had no idea where the house was.

I groaned, this was stupid.

Biting my lip I decided there was no use standing still, I had to keep going and hope that there'd be something up ahead.

"I'm going to die. I give up. I'm going to die." I repeated over and over again, throwing the gun and my shoes on the ground. I was seriously on the verge of rocking back and forth on the ground and adopting twenty cats...Or, well, ants

The sun had set long ago. I had walked miles and nothing, I was still in the middle of nowhere.

So I gave up. I might as well right?

Either way, I was going to die. If not from hunger I'd die from thirst, or be eaten by bugs while sleeping, or hypothermia, or...I don't know! I'd probably be dead by morning!