I slowly started to descend, the concrete coming up to meet me fast. I threw out my wings as wide as they would go, effectively slowing me down. Zakk, on the other hand, was not so lucky.
"AHH!" he shouted, plummeting to the ground.
Laughing at his "man-scream", I swooped down and caught him 20 feet above the ground by his hand. He spread his wings and flew the short distance up to my level.
"Thanks, Abby," he said. His voice gave me chills when he said my name. I smoothly pulled my hand out of his.
"Anytime," I replied, then dropped to the ground.
After looking around for a while, we figured we were somewhere somewhere in West Virginia. We snuck into and empty hotel room and crashed.
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The sounds of Savana's startled scream being abruptly cut off woke me.
I shot out of the cheap bed, grabbing my knife off the rickity night stand and scanning the room for danger. Zakk and Tyler were doig the same knife - less across the room.
Nanna was no where in sight.
My chest tightened, and my stomach dropped. A moment of pure panic froze my muscles. I knew that it did no good for me to just stand there like an idiot. Soon, though, fury came, melting the ice that incapacitated my limbs. I took a couple wary steps toward the room door and tentatively called out her name.
"Savana?"
No response.
I felt my muscles seize again, and knew that this time they wouldn't relax until she was safe in my arms.
"Zakk? Check outside, check the closet, under the beds, check EVERYTHING." He must've heard the desperation in my voice because he got to work without a word. "Tyler, you come with me." If whoever it was that took Nanna -- I refused to say killed -- was trying to take us one by one, I knew Zakk had a better chance of escaping than Tyler.
I opened the metal door, it's soft creak making me jump. I was reeaally hyper aware. We slipped out the door, slinking along the hallway wall. I listened through walls, hearing TVs playing and people talking about the hot the weather was and how someone named Whitney Houston just died. But no talk that sounded the least bit threatening. No violent sounds, no orders, nothing out of the ordinary.
And no Nanna.
I felt my façade weaken, felt the emotion start to break through the cracks of the hard mask that was my face.
Let's go back. She's not out here," I barely managed to say without bursting into tears. Tyler nodded solemnly and we walked back to the room.
I didn't realize how hopeful I had been that Zakk had found her, that she would be standing next to her borrowed bed, smiling at me, until I walked in and it wasn't so. I felt my face crumple, and ran to the bathroom. They didn't need to see me like this. If they did, they would lose hope, too. I didn't want that. I locked and bolted the door, and curled up in a fetal position in the farthest corner. I felt the hard mask fall off, and I didn't bother trying to hold the years back. I leaned my head back against the tiled wall, and let the crushing weight of the fact that the little girl I considered my daughter, my baby, my Savana, was gone, take me under.
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Heyyyy guys! Sorry it took me so long to upload =(
But it's okay! Because a chapter in Zakk's POV is coming! =D
It's already written, I just have to type it =D
-Rachel
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We Run
Action"Alright, then. Up and away, guys!" I shouted, already running in the direction of the shore. My toes barely skimmed the water when I jumped, probably a good 2 feet in the air, and unfolded my pure white wings. I pumped them up and down, gaining alt...
