If I thought I was scared and nervous before, than I don't know what I am now. The closer we have gotten to Uncle John's house, the more I have started to tremble. It's a good thing that he only lives a few hours away, because if the drive were further my trembling probably would have turned into spasms.
He might not be at Uncle Johns. I try to tell myself. She may have just really wanted to see us. And didn't feel like just asking. Yeah, right.
As soon as the car stops, I jump put and run up to the front door, not bothering to wait for my parents. Before I can even knock, the door opens and and tiny hand reaches out from the darkness and pulls me in.
"What the-"
"Shh, Isabel, it's me!" The figure emerges and I see Ella.
"I don't know when your uncle will be back, so we need to hurry!"
"Ok...but what about my parents?" I say as I remember how I left them outside.
"Go get them and meet me in the back guest room!"
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After ushering my parents to a room in the front of the house and pulling me into a room in the back that I had never seen before, she told me to sit down.
"Ok," she starts, "you can't tell him I told you this, because I don't know what he'll do, but he stole him. Your uncle stole Midnight." She says quietly, staring at the ground.
I couldn't help it, I began to freak out. I screamed and kicked the walls, not listening to Ella's desperate attempts to quiet me. Eventually my sobs became quieter, but it was too late.
He must've gotten home right after we'd arrived, and heard my screams.
Ella tried to run, but it was too late. He seemed to have materialized out of no where, with a gun in his hand.
It all happened so fast, that even if my feet didn't feel like they were glued to the floor, I couldn't have helped her.
John grabbed Ella and held her arms behind her back and pointed the gun to her head.
Then, as if someone had turned on a slow motion switch, he pulled the trigger.
What followed next was Ella's blood curdling scream, the thump of a dead body on the hard floor, and my uncle's voice saying "You're next."
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Lost (ON HOLD)
Teen FictionWhen Isabel's horse goes missing one night, she embarks on the long journey that she hopes will lead her to him. But what she finds is not what she expected.
