Wings in Alabama

Chapter 11 (ємιℓу'ѕ ρ.σ.ν.)

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~ The morning of the kidnapping ~

I rolled onto my side. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, smacking my lips. I sat up in the bed and stretched my arms to the ceiling before looking to my sister's bed. It was empty.

My eyes widened and I raced to Rylee's bed. I bent over the side of the bed. Nothing. Not even a patch of my sister's blond hair.

"Okay, Rylee, you got me. I'm totally freaked out, so you can pop out and make me pee my PJ pants." Not a sound. I didn't see her anywhere.

I whimpered worriedly and collapsed on the floor in a ball. I gasped heavily, and my eyes jumped around the room, nervous. One hand twirled a strand of hair until it was a big knot. I always did this when I was nervous, and I figured that if Rylee didn't pop out right now, my hair was gonna be a giant mess of knots.

Something dinged loudly, and I jumped in fright. Rylee's IPad dinged again. I walked out of my balled position and picked the IPad up. Steph was trying to Skype Ry. I looked around the room nervously. Should I answer it?

I didn't leave time for another thought and pressed Stephenie's image lightly. Her face grew and morphed into a fourteen-year old girl with short, wavy hair and bright blue eyes. I know she was expecting my sister, because her excited expression became gentler. This is why I liked Steph; she was the only one of Rylee's friends that liked me.

"Oh, hey, Em," Steph said. Her tone calmed me. "Where's Ry?"

I bit my lip and burst into tears. "I don't know! She wasn't in her bed when I woke up, and she didn't come back here to answer you, so she's not in the house."

She came closer to the camera. She raised her hand tentatively in front of the screen, like she was trying to calm me. She shhh-ed me softly and whispered something hard for me to understand, let alone hear. "It's okay, I promise. Maybe she's out on a walk."

I smirked. I knew I looked ridiculous with my puffy, red eyes and tear streaked face trying to crack a Mona Lisa smile. "Rylee. On a walk. At eight-o-clock in the morning? My sister? That Rylee? You must be mistaken."

Stephenie laughed and tucked some hair behind her ear. "Then again, maybe you're right. Rylee would never set foot outside in the morning. I told her there were cicadas in Tuscaloosa."

Silence. "So what do I do?"

"Honestly, Emily, you might be over reacting. Ry will come back in a few hours, you'll see," she reassurred me. A woman called out in the distance. It sounded fuzzy and far away. "Fine! Later Em. When Ry comes back - notice I said 'when', not 'if' - tell her I called. Bye!"

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Ry didn't show up. I was surprised half of my head hadn't even been covered in knots. "Emily? What's wrong, honey?"

I turned to my aunt Kat. Had she really not noticed? Did she really not know that her niece was missing?

"Nothing," I mumbled and ran outside. I called my sister's name over and over until my throat hurt. Tears ran silently down my face. Rylee was gone. And there was no chance of my ever seeing her again.

I wanted to do a P.O.V. for Emily, don't hate. I'm working on a chapter for Rylee now (again) and will upload soon. P.S., I don't understand why my chapters are getting so short lately. I'm trying to make them longer, nothing's doing it. Ah, well. :)