Chapter Twenty- Phone Call

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TY POV

A really small house can into view around the corner. I stopped running and looked around. The only sign of anyone being here was a beat up truck in the driveway.

I made my way up the driveway and to the porch. I knocked on the door. Wait, what am I going to say?

A middled aged woman opened the door.

"Yes?"

"Do you have a phone I could use?" Hopefully, that sounds normal.

"Sure. I'll be right back." At least she didn't think I was a robber or something. She returned with an iPhone.

"Is it alright if I dial 911?"

A/N: For you nonAmericans, that's the emergency line. :P

"My goodness! Is something wrong?" I just nodded my head because I didn't feel like explaining.

I dialed the number and waited for them to pick up. There was a crashing sound coming from the lady's house. She left, probably to go see what it was.

"911, what is your emergency?" Someone said through the phone.

"I'm on Blue Mountain with some of my freinds, and someone is trying to kill us."

At that moment the lady screamed. "Sir?" The man asked. I was curious so I opened the door and went to the room.

She was lying on the ground, dead or about to be. I didn't bother questioning it. I ran out of the house and went back to the guys.

"Hey dude! Is anyone home?" Adam asked. "Seto is there. We got to hide or something." I realized I still had the phone in my hands.

"Can you guys come quickly?! The guy is gonna kill us!" I yelled into the phone.

"Sir, it will take half an hour for the police to come. Please stay on the line." I felt frustrated and scared at the same time.

"He must have heard me. We just got to make sure he doesn't find us before the police come."

A/N: Wow! This is extremely short. Sorry! I'm working on another chapter for Short Stories.

Here's another note for Bajan Canadian fans: Mitch has been putting himself down a LOT lately. So next time you watch his video, please leave him a nice comment. Everyone needs to stop saying he does it for the money. If you don't have anything nice to say, DON'T FUDGING SAY IT. That's all. :)

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