Story of a Street Fighter

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Derek Monaci, Kaida's uncle, sat down on the couch, worried sick about his niece. He was the brother of Kaida's mother, making it occasionally hard for him to be around the girl. Kaida had always been so much like her mother, appearance and personality wise. But he always loved her.

He felt terrible, not knowing where Kaida was nor what was going on. When she wasn't home when she said she would've been, he assumed she ran into a friend. But then, there was the call.

When Derek called his niece for the eighth time, she picked up quickly. "Kaida! Where the Hell have you been?!" he demanded.

She sighed. "I'm fine. I-"

Then there was the horrid sound of her being grabbed and her phone being clicked off. He was left to the torture of guilt, worry, and fear. As soon as he could function, he called the police.

And now, he awaited the police. They had to continuously tell the man to calm down and that Kaida would be fine. That they would do everything they could do to find her. A few officers were supposed to stop by soon.

A knock on the front door of the apartment quickly brought Derek from his thoughts. He rushed to the door and let the two officers in. One man, one woman.

"Mr. Monaci, I am Officer Connors, this is Officer Peterson," the woman said.

"We would like to ask you a few questions about your niece," added the man, or Officer Peterson.

Derek nodded and waited for the questions. "How old is your niece?" asked Connors.

"Fifteen," answered the uncle.

"And she's been living with you for how long?" questioned Peterson.

"Nine years. She moved in after her parents died."

"What was your relation to her parents?"

"Her mother is... was my sister..." Derek sighed, hating that he had to use the word was when referring to his beloved sister.

The two officers nodded in apology, but continued their questions. "How long has Kaida been missing?"

"Today, she went to go sell her motorcycle. That was around noon. She was supposed to be back by at the latest two. I heard from her a bit ago when I had called her cell phone several times."

"Why didn't you call sooner?"

"You know teenage girls, they get sidetracked. I thought she ran into a friend and was just hanging out. But when I never heard from her, I got worried." Out of a recent habit, he checked his watch. It was ten o'clock at night.

"So, Kaida Monaci-"

"Covault," Derek corrected. "She has her father's last name."

"Alright then. Kaida Covault, your niece, went out at noon to sell her motorcycle, then never returned. She answered your call at around..." Peterson paused to get the time.

"9:37." The exact time he called and Kaida had picked up. That time was unforgettable.

"And what happened over the call?" Derek told them the short conversation and the police simply nodded. "We will do what we can."

"May we have your phone? We might be able to track her." Connors asked and held out her hand.

Derek nodded and handed it over. "Now, sir, you should go get some rest. Di-stress yourself." He nodded to Peterson.

"Thank you." The two nodded and left the worried uncle to go to bed and rest. That was his best option, so he took it.

((A/N: Thank you all for still reading. Fair warning that my updates are going to vary based on my ideas and time to write. Apologies for this filler chapter, but I thought you guys would want the uncle's point of view on things. PLUS fillers add to suspense and hopefully will make you anxious for what happens to Kaida.

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