Roses Vs. Bullets {ON HOLD}

Chapter 4

I was so dumbfounded by what I had heard I hadn't processed what the kidnapper has said until minutes after.

I clear my throat, as there was a scream logged in it. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run to her, and most of all I wanted to kill the son of a bitch.

"Yeah.." I croaked.

The walkie screeched. "Keep this walkie with you at all times, turn it off when you are around others. Remember I am always watching you. Your next puzzle will be sent in two hours."

I breathed heavily. I had been holding my breath. I was freaking out. How many more of these puzzles before I get her back?

My stomach growled at me, it was noon and I hadn't eaten anything since last night. I was so emotionally driven to find Cassidy that I forgot how to take care of myself. I look at my phone that I had been ignoring for the past six hours.

Over twenty missed calls from my mother, and over thirty text messages from my best friend Danny.

Oh great, I thought to myself.

I slide my phone open and call my mom. She answered with the frantic and hysterically crying questions of where I was and if I were okay etc.

She must not have found my note. I rolled my eyes before telling her I left a note, in which she deliberately yelled at me until alas, she found the note sitting on the clear open table in the dining room. She squeaked a silent "oh" and apologized. Finally, she hung up. Mothers sometimes.

I get into my rusty piece of junk car and drive into town, where limited options for food are. Guess I'll eat at home.

I drove home in complete silence. This game was already taking a stand on me, and to think it's going to get even worse, makes me want to puke. I love Cassidy way too much to quit, and I love her too much to not find this guy and beat him.

My mind was swirled with emotions and different scenarios that at the last second I see a figure crossing the empty street.

I violently push the pedal, my brakes screech and I come to a somewhat instant stop. I hop out of my care to see a little girl holding a doll, not even the age of three being mesmerized at the front of my car.

"Hey, little girl what are you doing in the middle of the street?!" I yelled.

She looked up at me and smiled. It was an evil smile, one that I would never have guessed to be on a three-year-old.

"I killed mommy!" She said still grinning.

The confusion on my face increased.

"I'm sorry, what?!" I said softly.

She giggled and started skipping in a circle, holding her doll, chanting, "I killed mommy, I killer mommy, I killed mommy..."

I blink a few times. What the hell is going on in this town?

"Come here, what's your name?" I say as a gesture my hands out to her. We needed to get out of the middle of the street before someone hits both of us.

She takes my hand, "I'm Julianne, and I killed mommy." She gleamed at me, proud of her answer.

"Lets, um, let's go take you home. Is-is that your house right there?" I pointed at the house in front of us.

She nodded.

We began walking up through the yard and to the steps of the house.

I knock on the door once, before realizing it was partially open. I push the door in and yell a hello.