Chapter 2

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" Where is Vera?" I demanded, a hint of fear in my voice, Jacob stood beside me, horror struck as a thousand possibilities raced through my mind. Jacob had called for nurse Carmen using the emergency bell and she had hurried to us instantly, her face looking white and pale.

"Children...you must go back to sleep i'm Sure you'll find out in the morning when you are more, um... fresh?" Nurse Carmen gently said but I was much too scared, 

"We are NOT kids anymore so where is Vera Mausakiy?" I growled, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. When nurse Carmen asked us to go back again, Jacob echoed my words, in a demanding tone.

"Children... my...my... what are you doing up so late? Are you inquiring about Vera?" nurse Monica, the head nurse said, coming out of the shadows.

"More like demanding..."nurse Carmen grumbled but nurse Monica ignored her. "Well, unfortunately, there has been a kidnapping... we didn't mean for you to find out until morning but that is the truth."

I gasped.

A single tear rolled down my long dark lashes as I buried my head in my hands, "No...no...not Vera..." I sobbed, torrents of tears now flowing freely down my cheeks, Jacob was still recovering from the shock as the two nurses stood solemnly silent. But my sadness soon turned to anger, 

"Who DARE kidnapp her?"I demanded, thinking about Vera's sweet smile and refused to believe anyone would kidnapp her.

The nurses looked worse than before.

"Someone was... someone was asking where you were and... and we refused to let the person in and then Vera came... came out and the man, he was definitely a man he thought she was you so...so, he swept Vera away before any of us could do anything..." nurse Carmen sobbed.

 Regret, remorse and anger surged through me. I racked my brains, trying to think of an answer, who would want to kidnap me? Sure I had a good life, a mom a dad but I wasn't like RICH, rich. But then again, there was a lot of my life that seemed a huge blank, like my tenth birthday and my middle school life, it was like my memories were glass, shattered and broken. Forever...


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