Come Find Me (editing before I complete)

Chapter 7

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     Chapter 7    

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“Elise, Sweetheart, are you ok? Did they do anything to you? Are they hurting you?” My father asked his voice filled with concerned.

“No daddy.” I lied as George presses the phone harder against my ear, warning me not to say anything bad. “I’m fine, nothing happened.”

“What was the gun shot? Do you know how worried I was?” He said in a worried parental voice.

“It wasn’t at me daddy, don’t worry.” I tried to reassure him, hoping he wouldn’t be so worried. I knew it wasn’t good for his health.

“Are you feeling sick?” My dad asked hesitantly.

“No.” I replied eyeing George and Amberley cautiously.

After the first few times I had been kidnapped, my father and I had come up with a sort of code, a way of asking questions to one and other without the kidnapper getting suspicious; he had just asked me if I was on loud speaker.

“Good. Do you know about Officer Pirelli?”

I stared into space blankly for about five seconds before realizing my father was probably talking about Walter. “Yes,” I said pausing so he knew it was the answer to his question. Then I added, “I miss you too.” So that George didn’t get suspicious.

“Is he keeping you safe?” My father asked. “Be honest with me Elisabeth, I want to know if you’re truly safe, or just lying to me.”

I was about to reply when George snatched the phone away from me and hung up without as much as a word.

“We wouldn’t want them to find us, would we?” He smirked. “Don’t think I don’t know about the group of officers and their fancy gadgets.”

I stared at him blankly, Walter was right; I needed to hold my tongue before something really bad actually did happen to me. I guessed no harm would come to me if I actually listened to someone for once in my life rather than being snobby and stubborn.

“Cat got your tongue, Princess? I’ve never seen you this quiet.” George taunted curling a lock of my hair around his stubby finger.

I remained silent, not even meeting his gaze, determined to not give him the satisfaction.

“Oh, changed our way have we? I see you’ve finally got a brain cell working.” He laughed darkly as Amberley snickered beside him.

“Maybe she needs a little… encouragement.” Amberley taunted as she took a low few steps towards me.

“Amber…” Walter began to say something, but George sent him a look as if letting Walter know that he was hanging on a thin line.

“Don’t push your luck, Boy. You’re already getting on my nerves.” He hissed making Walter shut his mouth.