Snatched - Nothing is What You Thought

Chapter Six - The Little Things Matter

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The man looked at the picture on the wall and sighed. He touched it as he watched his computer screen, thinking about many things.

"Why her, Madeline?" he muttered, thinking about what use a 16 year old teen girl would be to her.

Because she knows about you two. His conscience told him.

And deep down, he knew that it was the truth.

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I fiddled with my fingers as Beth looked at her phone.  I needed to get up and walk, but if she had the slightest inkling I wasn't feeling well, she would make me get it checked out.

Beth and I had been friends since we were 5 and 6. She was like the sister I never had. I could go to her about anything and everything, including the unwanted pregnancy.

But for some reason, I knew I wouldn't be able to talk to her about my fears. Fears that he would snatch me and take me away. That he would brutally dissect me like he did Mr. Davis and Ms. Neeson.

A question did remain on my mind, however, and it was the ever nagging question of why.

Why didn't he tear Beth's mom apart? Why did he even go after her?

I wondered why not me. Why not now?

I wished that David was sitting next to me, helping me.

But he wasn't.

And he probably never would.

Why else would he stay home? I bet he doesn't even have a large family.

Beth reached over and looked at me. "Are you okay?"

I shook her hand off. "I'm fine."

Even though in reality I wasn't.

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He couldn't help but furiously look at the screens in front of him as commands and pictures floated across the screen.

He spun around his chair a few times when his computer pinged.

Dad: How are things with the girl going? Ready to plant another letter for me?

The man shut off his screen in disgust. He was done. He couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm so sorry Sapphire." He whispered, brushing his thumb against her picture as he grabbed his gun.

He left the building in a hurry, leaving for a well-known establishment and waiting for the clouds to give him cover.

Running he dashed towards the only place of safety, the only house and place where he knew he would be safe.

The building still bore the scars of the year past, and even though his sins were not discovered, he still carried guilt in his heart.

He walked through the back door and touched the dents in the door with his finger, walking around the room with a sigh.

"It never should've come to this."

He took out the gun and held it to his chin. He prepared to pull the trigger when a voice suddenly called out, "What are you doing here?"