*drum roll* chapter...TEN!
Adam was stuck in a whirlwind of confusion. He spent his whole time pondering Jeff’s question. Did he, Adam Daniels, the guy everyone wanted to be friends with, the guy the populars were always trying to snatch up, like Emily?
He sighed and rolled onto his back.
He lay on his bed it was Friday afternoon. He had had at least ten offers to do something after school yet he ended up lying in his room going crazy about some girl he barely knew.
He stared at his poster of Dragon Ball Z
He still remembered begging his parents for it when he was seven. They had made him clean the whole house before they gave him the money.
Determined that he could still keep himself from dying from boredom he jumped up and grabbed his pillow.
“Kaameeehaaameee…” His door opened “HAAAAAA” he yelled and threw his pillow just as his mother stuck her head in. Everything went into slow motion as Adam saw her mouth and eyes open in surprise as the pillow was hurtled straight into her face.
Adam cringed. Soon everything was back to normal speed and Adam sat at the kitchen table while his parents took turns telling him how irresponsible he was and yelling questions like ‘Are you looking for trouble?’
Finally when they ran out of breath he managed to squeeze in “All I did was throw a pillow, its not my fault mum doesn’t knock…”
The phone rang. Adams mum answered it. She thrust it at her son before leaving the room in a huff.
It was Jeff.
“Hey didn’t expect you’d be home on a Friday,” He said
Adam put his feet on the table “Yeah well…” He trailed off not knowing what to say.
“Yeah well I suppose you heard then…” Jeff sighed “Man you must be freaked”
“Heard what?” said Adam staring at the doodle on his hand.
Jeff paused “…didn’t you hear?” he spoke slowly
Adam stood up, what the heck was going on? “Jeff, tell me!” He heard Jeff mutter something.
“Emily’s…well…” Jeff cleared his throat “Missing. She went missing last night…”
On the other end, Adam was still staring at his hand, frozen with shock. He tried to form words but his voice wasn’t working.
“I have to go…mum umm…needs the phone” Jeff hung up.
The phone fell from Adams hand as he realized Jeff wasn’t joking.
He rushed up to his room, nearly knocking his mother over as she entered the kitchen “Adam! Come back here!” She screeched at him but he was already gone.
Emily opened her eyes.
The tears she had cried earlier were crusty marks on her face.
She found her hands bound behind the chair she sat on and her feet were chained together.
She gave a few weak pulls at the rope but, as she suspected, they were knotted tight and the rope was thick so there was no hope in snapping it.
She heard someone run past the shed she was in. She mustered all her strength and tried to scream through the gag in her mouth.
Tarn stopped running to listen, the sound made his legs tremble in fear.
He glanced around to see if his father was watching him. No he was nowhere in sight. Tarn cautiously approached the shed door, Emily heard his presence and screamed again.
“Get away from there, boy!!” A loud, gruff voice bellowed from outside the shed.
Emily recognized it at once. The same voice had spoken her just before the rock had hit her. The voice made her heart grow cold.
Outside, Tarn rushed into the house. This was all too much for him.
The shed opened and Emily squinted at the light. A large man stood in the middle of the doorway. “Hello Little Madam” He grinned at her evilly and shut the door.
Tarn sat on roof of his house. His father would eventually find him when he came back from ‘collecting supplies’ but maybe by then he might have calmed down a bit…
Yeah right.
Tarn decided to take his mind off of his future beating.
He grabbed a tennis ball out of the gutter and started to throw it in the air.
Soon he found his mind floating back to that afternoon, it was nice talking to Kera, and it was as if he had a normal life…
BANG
Tarn snapped into focus and raced up to the chimney, the noise had sounded like a horrible accident…
Sitting on top of the chimney, Tarn soon spotted the crash; neighbors were spilling out onto the sidewalk like ants. Tarn distantly heard ambulances and he could see their flashing red lights a few roads away. He squinted at the crash site. It was bad. The metal of one car wrapped around the front of the other completely smashing the drivers’ side, Tarn winced as he realized it was a family car. His eyes felt like they were glued to the horrific scene, the feeling of dread and sickness was the worst thing had ever felt in his life.
He let his eyes strain to see the faces of the bystanders, they were all staring at the family car but the other car…
Tarns stomach jolted painfully as he recognized the vehicle.
He sighed and rolled onto his back.
He lay on his bed it was Friday afternoon. He had had at least ten offers to do something after school yet he ended up lying in his room going crazy about some girl he barely knew.
He stared at his poster of Dragon Ball Z
He still remembered begging his parents for it when he was seven. They had made him clean the whole house before they gave him the money.
Determined that he could still keep himself from dying from boredom he jumped up and grabbed his pillow.
“Kaameeehaaameee…” His door opened “HAAAAAA” he yelled and threw his pillow just as his mother stuck her head in. Everything went into slow motion as Adam saw her mouth and eyes open in surprise as the pillow was hurtled straight into her face.
Adam cringed. Soon everything was back to normal speed and Adam sat at the kitchen table while his parents took turns telling him how irresponsible he was and yelling questions like ‘Are you looking for trouble?’
Finally when they ran out of breath he managed to squeeze in “All I did was throw a pillow, its not my fault mum doesn’t knock…”
The phone rang. Adams mum answered it. She thrust it at her son before leaving the room in a huff.
It was Jeff.
“Hey didn’t expect you’d be home on a Friday,” He said
Adam put his feet on the table “Yeah well…” He trailed off not knowing what to say.
“Yeah well I suppose you heard then…” Jeff sighed “Man you must be freaked”
“Heard what?” said Adam staring at the doodle on his hand.
Jeff paused “…didn’t you hear?” he spoke slowly
Adam stood up, what the heck was going on? “Jeff, tell me!” He heard Jeff mutter something.
“Emily’s…well…” Jeff cleared his throat “Missing. She went missing last night…”
On the other end, Adam was still staring at his hand, frozen with shock. He tried to form words but his voice wasn’t working.
“I have to go…mum umm…needs the phone” Jeff hung up.
The phone fell from Adams hand as he realized Jeff wasn’t joking.
He rushed up to his room, nearly knocking his mother over as she entered the kitchen “Adam! Come back here!” She screeched at him but he was already gone.
Emily opened her eyes.
The tears she had cried earlier were crusty marks on her face.
She found her hands bound behind the chair she sat on and her feet were chained together.
She gave a few weak pulls at the rope but, as she suspected, they were knotted tight and the rope was thick so there was no hope in snapping it.
She heard someone run past the shed she was in. She mustered all her strength and tried to scream through the gag in her mouth.
Tarn stopped running to listen, the sound made his legs tremble in fear.
He glanced around to see if his father was watching him. No he was nowhere in sight. Tarn cautiously approached the shed door, Emily heard his presence and screamed again.
“Get away from there, boy!!” A loud, gruff voice bellowed from outside the shed.
Emily recognized it at once. The same voice had spoken her just before the rock had hit her. The voice made her heart grow cold.
Outside, Tarn rushed into the house. This was all too much for him.
The shed opened and Emily squinted at the light. A large man stood in the middle of the doorway. “Hello Little Madam” He grinned at her evilly and shut the door.
Tarn sat on roof of his house. His father would eventually find him when he came back from ‘collecting supplies’ but maybe by then he might have calmed down a bit…
Yeah right.
Tarn decided to take his mind off of his future beating.
He grabbed a tennis ball out of the gutter and started to throw it in the air.
Soon he found his mind floating back to that afternoon, it was nice talking to Kera, and it was as if he had a normal life…
BANG
Tarn snapped into focus and raced up to the chimney, the noise had sounded like a horrible accident…
Sitting on top of the chimney, Tarn soon spotted the crash; neighbors were spilling out onto the sidewalk like ants. Tarn distantly heard ambulances and he could see their flashing red lights a few roads away. He squinted at the crash site. It was bad. The metal of one car wrapped around the front of the other completely smashing the drivers’ side, Tarn winced as he realized it was a family car. His eyes felt like they were glued to the horrific scene, the feeling of dread and sickness was the worst thing had ever felt in his life.
He let his eyes strain to see the faces of the bystanders, they were all staring at the family car but the other car…
Tarns stomach jolted painfully as he recognized the vehicle.