I just wish

Grayson

I knew that Gwen wasn't dead. I saw Beecher drag the bleeding girl into the woods. I told everyone to chase them, but I couldn't get out of the cop car and the detectives said that they found her body upstairs.
I don't know how stupid they are, but it was obviously not her. Gwen's freckles were not the same, her birthmark wasn't the right shape and her eyes were the wrong color.
I didn't think about how the fake body was made, but, I knew that Gwen was out there.

A few days had passed and the whole Kelly family jumped on my theory, agreeing that her characteristics weren't the same.
I sat in the hotel room with my parents. My jaw still ached from when Underwood had set it. I had assumed that it would be crooked forever, but I was scheduled to have a proper surgery on it in a few days.
I was still worried about Gwen though. I was laying down when I heard my mother's phone ring.
I heard her scream a second later. "Grayson, they found Gwen, shes alive!" And the rest was a blur.