Hunt'er,
Chapter
six
How could anyone be so
sick and do this. How could anyone live with themselves
after they have done this? I lead in this cold room for
hours after the ordeal when suddenly the door burst open.
‘It’s going to happen all over again,’ I
thought but no it was a police officer. He barged in and
ran to me. I burst into tears.
“Come on, your safe now. I know this is hard for you
but do you think you could come to the police station for a
talk?” He asked kindly, I nodded. After he unlocked the
shackles he helped me to my feet and led me away. I was
shaking so much I could barely walk, tears were pouring down
my cheeks and I was panting. Sat in the police car I thought
about these past few days. So much had happened, so much to
regret, so much pain, I couldn’t take it all in.
Before long I was sat in the police
station with a glass of orange juice being interviewed. I
explained all that had happened and what he was wearing when
he kidnapped me. I explained what they did to us and the
rooms we were in. I described the evil men as well. But there
was one thing I still couldn’t understand. Was this the
same person that had murdered my sister but why didn’t
they kidnap her like they did to me and most importantly
where was she? I asked the officer all these questioned while
crying and he explained.
“We believe the man that
killed Lilly was part of this operation. We found
Lilly’s body and she is having tests done looking for
evidence. You will be able to see her soon but not quite yet.
None of the men have told us anything yet but evidence
links them to the scene of the murder.” I wished we
would stop referring to it as a murder, I knew that it was
but I just hated the word. It was just so cold and brutal. I
nodded and moved my chair back ready to leave but he stopped
me and grabbed my hand, he held it gently and said
“Listen none of this is your
fault so don’t think it is. We will find out why they
did this and who! Don’t worry; is anyone here to pick
you up?”
“Yes,” I lied; I gave
him a forced smile before leaving. I know it’s odd but
I didn’t want to go back home, I didn’t want to
go and see my mum, she would be so disappointed in me for
walking off at night like I did so instead I decided I would
go to my Lucy’s house. I knew she was someone that I
could talk to and I to be honest I doubted she would have
known about me missing as it was only a day or two. I walked
out of the police station when I suddenly started shaking and
the thought kicked in that they might not have caught him;
that he might still be out here looking for me. I walked out
of the grounds hesitantly and down two lanes. Lucy’s
house wasn’t far from the station but it felt like I
was going to be walking for hours. I peered round every
corner before turning and I was constantly looking over my
shoulder to make sure no one was following me. Just as I
turned on to Barker Gate, a hand gripped my
shoulder.
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My story
hasnt really got many peoples attention yet so i'm not
sure whether to keep writing it, if you think i should
please comment so i know as i dont want to keep writing it
if no one is interested. If i get at lease 15 i shall if
not i probably wont. Thanks
....ShySecret411
bibliophile* · 1 decade ago
Keep writing! And could u please notify me
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