Chapter 4

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Edited Feb. 24, 2015

Picture is of Gabbi

The song is Help! by The Beatles

~MJ~

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Gabbi-

I groan loudly feeling the sun pour to my eyelids from the window in the ceiling of my small house.

I rub my eyes slowly as I sit up trying to remember last night.

"Crap!" I scream realizing I left Mona alone at the club after she went up to the stage for something. I am a horrible friend, I know.

I run to the kitchen to get a banana for my raging hangover and snatch my phone in the process clicking 1 for speed dial sending me straight to Mona's voicemail. 'Her phone is never, and I mean NEVER OFF. Something's really wrong.' I think to myself not paying attention to my clothes and head for my car to the police station.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~15 minute car ride~~~~~~~~~~~~

"HELP!" I scream running into the station. I look around and it seems as though no one heard me. 'Idiots.' I conclude as I walk to the front desk still breathing heavily, "hey- friend- gone- please- help- raffle- Love Club."I gasp as the woman looks at me and rolls her eyes pointing to a chair saying,

"Join that weird guy." I give her a curious look furrowing my eyebrows, then looking to see who she is talking about, I see the guy I made out with last night, I think I did.... But anyway, he's sitting down with his head in his hands, he looks as bad as me... WAIT! I realized that I was only wearing a small tank top and spandex with flip flops. Wow, I'm great. I guarentee my hair is a nest. Ergh!

I walk over and sit by the strange who I hear muttering, "this wasn't supposed to happen." 'What?' I ask myself nudging the man as he looks up at me with dark eyes, yup he's got a hangover too.

"You're here for that one guy that won the raffle last night, right?" I ask him as he sits up, not breaking eye contact.

"Uh, yeah, you're the girl I made out with right?"

I smirk and nod my head holding my hand out, "Gabbi's the name, finding my bestfriend is the game."

He smirks and shakes my hand saying, "Chris is the name, also finding my bestfriend is the game. You're friend is the girl that won last night with my bestfriend isn't she?"

I nod, "why were you muttering, 'this wasn't supposed to happen?'" I question him, once the question leaves my mouth, he goes pale and looks down.

"I know where they are and why... But I can't tell you or anybody, so I was hoping the cops would help with my plan to get them. We only have 24 hours." He finishes and sighs loudly, I gasp, so many things come in my head. '24 hours? Til what? She.... Dies? Not MooMoo, she never hurt a fly!' Suddenly I feel light headed and everything goes slowly black, I only hear a distant voice saying my name.

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~MJ~

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