The Missing Orphan

CH 8 Samantha

Zack's POV

When I got up and left my room, I saw James wasn't sleeping on the couch like he normally is. I sit down in the middle of the couch.

Something doesn't feel quite right.

A small thud came from the kitchen.

Huh James must be getting breakfast.

I hear what sounds like someone rummaging through my draws and cupboards.

If he brakes one of my knives I will brake his spine.

I go to stand when James and Sophie step out of Sophie's room.

WHAT THE FUCK!

James opens his mouth to speak...

If he talks, who ever is in the kitchen will hear.

I signal him to be silent, then point to the kitchen.

I want to know why he was in Sofas room so bad, but now is not the time.

I pull a gun out from inside a fake book on the coffee table, after opening about three books in search of the correct one.

We creep into the kitchen. Sophie at the back me at the front.

I look around the corner.

There is a guy in black with blonde spiky hair.

He turns...

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Sophie's POV

I hear a loud bang. That shakes the house

Zack had pulled the trigger on his gun.

I run around so I can see into the kitchen, and there lies a dead body.

His blonde hair was stained with blood dripping from the hole in his forehead. There was a puddle of blood surrounding him. His eyes were wide open.

I walked into the kitchen to get a better look at him.

I looked into the hole in his head...I...could see his...brain.

I started gagging at the site. His blood covered my feet.

I felt a strong hand around my waist, and what I believe to be a hand covered my eyes.

I was spun around so my face was against a chest.

We moved into the bathroom.

I was into much shock to notice who I was moving with. Everything around me felt blurry.

Tears were streaming down my face.

'Hey, sofs it's OK. I'm here'

James pulls me into a tight hug, his sent filling my nose, and calming me down slightly. Then sits me on the toilet, and starts washing my feet.

Tears are still streaming down my face.

James crouches up to my high...
He gently grabs my chin turning my head towards him.
He presses his lips gently into mine.

Nothing could feel more right, then his lips against mine. Even in my moment of panic it felt like there was nothing but him and me.

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Zack's POV