Bittersweet Heartstrings

Chapter 1: Questioning

Sorry for the short chapter!

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The next day, the police called to question both my mom and me. They wanted to know every detail started from when my mom left. My mom told them that she had left for a date, leaving me home by myself. Apparently, she had told me to lock the door after she left, but I had my music turned up so I couldn't hear her. From there, I told them everything that I could remember.

"Well, you were smart enough to call 911 before that man got to you. Thankfully, the women on the line listened to what was happening. She had heard screaming, I believe." The chief policeman said.

I didn't know if I should be insulted or not. "Smart enough to call". Was he saying that he thought I was dumb? Oh, who cares?

There had been no traces of the man who had kidnapped me. I found that hard to believe, considering that was his house and he walked around enough to have left some trace. But, after I fell asleep, he must've cleaned up and left. Maybe he knew that the police were coming? Even though that was impossible, he must've known somehow. It could've been just a pure coincidence. 

After I told the police about twenty times that I forgot most of the night, they let me go. I don't know why they thought that I'd want to help my kidnapper get away with kidnapping me. People these days...

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I kept being called in for questioning over the next week. They kept wanting to analyze every part of my night. I don't know why they just didn't get a tape recorder and recorde every word I said. I mean, don't they know that I have a life? Obviously not.

But, I could see why they kept calling me in. I had told them I had forgotten most of the night. They were hoping that I'd remember what happened. Big dissappoint for both of us when I couldn't recall what happened before I woke up on the bed. Maybe over the next few months I'd remember? Hopefully so they could catch the guy. Maybe he'd said something that could help them discover his identity. He most likely wasn't that stupid--to tell his hostage his identity--but you never know, right?

Every day I tried hard to remember what had happened. I really did try, but the memories just didn't seem to want to come back. Maybe some part of my mind was purposely keeping the memories away from me? 

Yeah, I don't believe that either. The man probably just stripped me of my clothes and touched me. Then, I probably fell sleep.

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My two best friends had been wondering where I was for the past week. I had skipped a whole week of school. My mom thought it was for the best so I could collect myself. I would've rather went to school, but I couldn't bear to argue with her. She had been so worried and scared, saying if she had stayed home or locked the door herself, then none of that would've happened. I wanted to make her think it was no big deal, though. As far as anyone knows, including myself, I didn't even get hurt. The man just simply took me from my home.

Out of the blue, Declan and Avery Tiller, my best friends, came over my house on Saturday.  They were twins, but they were completely opposite. Nothing about them was similar except their piercing blue eyes and freckled faces. Oh, and their height. They were both tall. Declan being about 6'2" and Avery being about 5'11" or so. I felt so short next to them, being only 5'5" 

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It was already pass eight when Avery barged into my room, " Hey, Carson! Where have you been?" 

 "Yeah, Carson. I've been stuck with her for the whole week." Declan groaned.

"Declan, you could've hung out with the basketball team. I have other friends besides you!" Avery plopped down on my bed.