I remembered my phone in my pocket so, fussing with my hands a bit I pulled it out, finally getting to my mothers number I tried to text. 'Mother I am stuck help!' I had nothing else to say, I was confused and panicked. "What are you doing sweetie?" He asked letting go of my neck and grabbing my phone. "Uh oh, we better get out of here since you mom will call the police!"
All that was around my neck now and that was holding me was the knife, I was planning on making a stragety. If I pulled my head into his body then slipped down I could get away and make it downstairs. This was a great plan I will go with it.
Swallowing I managed to shove my head into his stomach and slip under without cutting myself- luckily. Then I did a little twist and ran towards the stairs. Before he could even think of catching me I was by the front door, and I heard sirens. This wasn't real was it? Wait, of course it was no dream of mine was so vivide. I unlocked the dead bult and then the little lock that had no use, and ran out.
The police showed up about thirty seconds after I made it into the fresh air and away from the man. "Autumn!" ran Ms. Margret, I think she was a cop too.
She dragged me off into a cop car and sat next to me, they were flooding my house searching for him and placed themselves at every exit at my house, then my mom showed up looking more worried than I have ever seen that women. There is a bit more behind her than just my mom. Elizabeth Marie Latin, was her name and she was a special detective before she met my father, and she delt with all the rapists, but she gave it all up for my dad, and now he is usually gone on buisness trips.
"Autumn, are you alright honey?" Her voice carried on threw the window.
I shook my head helplessly as Ms. Margret hopped out and began talking to my mom, not sure about what though. All the police man were heading back to their vehicles, they couldn't find him. I was going to be questioned again, I just knew it. On the ride to the station it was silent, and uncomfortable Ms. Margret was in the car behind me. I was with John, and this new guy that was named Martin.
As we arrived they took me off into the building and into the same questioning room, Ms. Margret was my Translater again. "What happened?"
As I rolled my eyes I signed and Ms. Margrets voice mumbled after, "He showed up and said he was going to take me home with him, he had a knife! Before I showed up in my room he was looking for something," I guess the last part didn't need to be said, or did it?
"What was he looking for?" John demanded, then I remembered on T.V shows there are people behind the glass window that is dark.
"How am I supposed to know?" When Ms. Margret spoke I decided I should have said it nicer.
"Well are you alright? Did you see his face?"
"All I saw was a black mask thing on his face and his blue eyes brownish hair, then all black clothing, and his voice. He called me sweetie and pretty," should I have added the pretty, sweetie part?
"Did his voice sound fermilar?" I could hardly hear John, he mumbled that time.
I Shook my head, how long was I going to be questioned? "Your mom is at home talking to a few police, you are going to have to stay in a hotel, in a small city its nice there."
Now I have to be carried off to a different city, come on this is just some stupid insedint. I haven't even been here for two weeks, and I am already in danger! Plus I was still in my pajama's and slippers. "Okay!" Spoke Margret.
"We are getting the things you will need, and Ms. Margret and I are going to take you up there, we may have to switch cars a bit to lose any followers."
They thought he was going to follow me? Was it really that intense? Why was the guy so hung up about me finding that man. That man? I haven't asked about him, "Is that man alright, the one that was supposed to be dead?" My hands were getting tired from answering so much questions.
John's face exprestion changed as I asked, "He is fine, hiden and alone but safe."
I shrugged my shoulders and stood up, "Can we hurry up?"
"Yes we can go now lets go!"
He opened the door and I walked out quickly and headed for the front door of the building when someone stopped me. It was Ms margret, I was going the wrong way, what a dumb moment. The freazing air bit at my lips and calves since my capri's exposted them. There was a big black car with tinted windows, I hopped in and buckled up.
I wonder what my mom is doing?
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The Mute Woods
Teen FictionAutumn Rose Latin, wasn't born crying, she was born silent, has been sense. She is mute, never can speak. Its her fifth day of school since she moved to a small town called Sayd, on her way to school she stumbles across something, something that may...