Blind Eyes (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 3

I run into the bathroom with Anna right behind me. "Stefany. What is wrong?"

"They took her."

"Who took who?"

"Someone took Jaime."

"We will find out," Anna says soothingly.

"How? I don't even know where she could be."

"It'll be fine"

"How do you know?"

"You can get through anything. I know you can. Remember the time you broke your wrist? You got through that and that was eleven years ago. I know that was a while ago but you got through it."

I was six years old and my family hasn't adopted Madison or Ian yet. My dad, before he left me and my mom, was teaching me how to ride a bike. I tried the first time and didn't even get the first mailbox before falling off.

Then I tried the second time I got to the third mailbox then fell......again. That continued until I fell the tenth time.

I started to get the hang of riding on my bike so I turned around and yelled "DAD! DAD! I got it!"

He responded with a "TURN AROUND"

I did as I was told and ran right into a mailbox... my mailbox. The mailbox just stopped me and I just fell to the side.

I didn't feel any pain right away but I was in shock. Then the pain hit me and I started to cry when I saw my dad start to sprint towards me. When he got to me he picked me up bridal style and left my bike.

We got to the house and my mom saw us and bolted out the front door to us. "What happened!?"

"I fell off my bike," I say between sobs.

"Can you move your arm?"

"Yes, but it hurts."

"We have to take her to the ER." My dad tells my mom

"Ok, I'll get the car ready." My mom says.

My dad carried me to the car and he put me in the back seat and my mom sat with me while my dad drove.

We arrive at the ER and we go to get an X-Ray. It was only a slit on the top of my wrist and it was like a bracelet. "You will need to wear a cast for another three to six months." The doctor tells my parents.

"Ok, when should we come back for a check-up?"

"Three months"

"Ok, see you in three months. Come on Stef."

We went home and I still had my cast on. Three months later I went for a check-up and I needed three more months at least for my wrist to heal.

When I was completely healed my dad left a month later. About a year after my dad left we got Madison was four and I was seven. When I was about ten my mom wanted a boy so she adopted Ian when she was eight months old.

"Yeah"

"We can have a girls' night tonight."

"I kind of want to be alone tonight. I'm sorry."

"No don't be sorry you are feeling upset and I will respect that."

"Thanks. You are an amazing friend." I say hugging her.

We go back to the lunchroom and I see two boys with bloody noses and bruises and Parker standing there talking to the principal also with a bloody nose. I rush over to one of the two boys and asked what happened