*jaspers prospective*
I woke up in my truck from an annoying ringing sound. I soon realized it was my phone. I scrambled to find it and when I did it was Katy.
"Hello." My voice probably sounded annoyed.
"jasper you aren't talking to me or responding my text why aren't you talking to me."
"Oh about that..." I scratched the back of my neck and bit my lip even though she couldn't see.
"What?" Her voice was like a screech
"Listen I... I am not attracted to you anymore."
"What!" She screamed into the phone.
"Um yeah..."
"There's another girl isn't there... Either that or you think I'm ugly. You think I'm ugly!"
"Katy calm down! I don't think your ugly! There happens to be another girl."
"Who." she sobbed through the phone.
"Her name is Molly."
"The freak!" She screeched "you cannot be serious she's like ugly and stuff!"
"Back off Katy bye!" With that I hung up the phone I'm tired of her crap for one day.
I soon realized that his car was gone. I freaked out and called kyler. It rang three times before a groggy voice answered.
"H-hello?" Kyler practically whispered over the phone.
"Kyler! Lynn's gone!"
"What... How!" His voice was confused at first then his words dripped with anger.
"I don't know I woke up and he was gone. I need you and your brothers men over as soon as possible!" I yelled and hung up the phone.
I hit the steering wheel and screamed at nothing.
In about fifteen minutes Gabriel and his men along with kyler came and tapped on my car window. I lifted my head up and looked at them. I got out of the car and I rested my head on my palms.
"Hey gabe will you go look and search the basement?" I asked as I looked up. He nodded and him and half his men trudged to the house.
Minutes later gabe came back out. A look of horror on his face.
"What's in there? Is she still alive? Where is she? Let me see her!" All these questions pondered through my head.
"There's blood everywhere..." He trailed off. His eyes held Sarrow.
"But she's not there."
I sighed and got into my rig. Kyler tapped on the window and I rolled it down.
"What are you doing?"
"To find Molly."
YOU ARE READING
A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt
RomantikMolly a seventeen year old girl has been abused for the seven years that her father was in their lives. When memory's come flooding back what helps her?