Chapter 2

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As I was walking down the street to the cafe, my phone rang it was...
The police. I immediately answered it.
*ON THE PHONE*
'Hello miss. Are you Anne Zendor?'
'Yes it is me. What happened?' I said in a shaky voice
'Your brother Zack Zendor got into a car crash'
' WHERE?!' I shouted at the phone and the people walking next to me were looking worried.
' I'm sorry ma'am we've already informed Jennifer Mayham. Your mother sounded really worried.'
'Ok thank you'
'But there is another thing...'
'What is it?' I said confused.
'He was nowhere near the car when we got there and we didn't find anybody other than the person who he crashed with. And he said when he got to his mind he didnt find anyone.'
'Ok I'll try to find him
Goodbye.'
And with that I hanged up the call.
Im going home because mom is home now. It's currently 11:37 pm.
I suddenly feel a cold air brush through my body and I feel like somebody is watching me. After all i could be an easy prey for a homeless man I am just a 15 year old girl...
I start to sprint and when I get to our house door no one is behind me. And when i got inside the house my mom is there waiting for me in the living room with a baseball bat. I always knew that she loved Zack more than me but I never would have thought that she would beat me. My father was always the one who beat me when I got bad grades or so. And my brother was always there for me when it happened but now no one is gonna comfront me. While I was in my thoughts my mom came towards me and hit my left leg. I quickly ran out of the living room into my room and locked the door.
And with that I quickly changed into my pajamas. And went to sleep.

I woke up with sweat dripping all over my forehead and my pillow was soaked.Then I got freaked out because ....
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