I frantically begin to search for a way out as he walks toward me, but he's blocking the only door. I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the click of the trigger and the fading of my world.
But it never comes.
What I do hear is the closing of a car door and the familiar British accent of my uncle's Butler talking to someone.
"Crap," my uncle mutters. I slowly opened my eyes, one at a time, and look at my uncle.
"Kid, if you tell anyone, I swear I'll make your life miserable and I'll finish the job I started." he threatens.
"U-uh, ye-yes sir." I stutter.
I hear the front door open, and James's British accent becomes louder. And then my parents knock at the door.
"Sweetie, are you okay? You've been in here for a while and we are just checking to mak-" my mom doesn't get a chance to finish as 'my uncle' opens the door and shoves her out of his way.
"Out of my way!" he yells as he runs down the hallway. My mother gasps as she runs towards me, my dad following close behind.
"Hello?" James calls. "Who's there? Is that you Isabel?"
I try to run and warn James when the gun becomes aimed at him, but I'm cut off by the gun going off, and a soft thud.
I collapse on the ground, hearing phones dialing for 9-1-1, and frantic calls for help.
But after that, I can't remember anything.
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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.
