¡ Mystery behind that call !

¡ Don't answer that phone !

~Prologue~

Her heart bear furiously, hungrily, and painfully. She swore she could taste the oder less air. Being cut by bushes' frozen branches. The luminescent light from the moon made her cold breath glisten under the starry night sky.

She tripped on out grown tree roots, falling and staggering. Tripping for the last up tenth time she felt her head being yanked back by her hair, then pushed down into the soft, moist, cold dirt. Coughing, her head being yanked back again. A quick migraine shot throughout her head.

Her throat dry and raspy from breathing too hard and panting; she tried to scream for help, but her body wouldn't let her. Getting dragged back to the house caveman style through the dark, dreary forest. Kicking her bare feet, getting blisters and cuts, old and new.

Re-entering the dim-lit house again, thrown across the kitchen floor, the linoleum not as welcoming.

"Now.." he started, "you try that again, I'll kill you... understand?" he questioned her. She nodded, hearing quick heavy footsteps making their way down towards the kitchen. Oh no. She thought as the woman came into view.

"Where did you find her?" the woman questioned as she loomed over the girl. Her chest rising and falling violently, and feeling a kick to the ribs from the woman, wincing in pain.

A loud booming laughter coming from the man who dragged her back into the house. "Melony, Melony, Melony... you have to put more... umph in your kick, like this!" he smiled crazily and kicked her violently.

"Oh, dear Mitchell. Like this?" they kicked the girl lying on the kitchen floor and covered in dirt, with the tattered clothes on.

"Elizebeth Lauren Micheals!" the woman yelled at her. Giving one last forceful kick. "Get your lazy..." the word came out as a grunt because she had kicked her again, "clean this mess you made!" She screamed at her as she threw the broom, mop and bleach down onto her.

A loud laughter shaking her small frame, then a deep, smooth chuckle leaving the lips of Mitchell. Watching the tow figures disappear in the dark room a few yards from where she lay.