up on the bench as my eyes gloss over the fancy lettering.
My mind is racing and it's hard to keep focus as I'm telling her this. I start to flash back to all the shit I did or had done to people, things I'm not proud of, things I wouldn't let someone do to my own damn family. I regret it now, but back then I couldn’t care less about what was done, as long as we got what we came for all the shit in between didn't fucking matter.
This has to be my fucking Karma.....
*****
The next day, I finish up fixing of what I can do with the house. It still pisses me off that they fucked it up, but I know why. I tend to think of what they might do next to me every now and then. First, they messed up my car and now my house. I don't own anything else except my life. The only thing for me to worry about is what the hell are they doing to my sister? Is she out doing God knows what or locked up somewhere, waiting for me to get to her?
I grab my phone on the kitchen counter and scroll through my contact list till I reach Leanne's number. Should I press the call button? Will they pick up or will it go straight to voice mail? I sigh as I hover my finger over the green phone icon, my heart pounding in my ears, and just press it, it rings once and goes to voice mail.
God fucking damn it.
Chapter 8
The last three days have been fucking horrible. I haven't been able to sleep much or eat since Leanne went missing. I went to every place I could think of and I tried calling the I-Ten's, but no one answers. It either rings several times or goes straight to voice mail, making me feel more and more panicked as the minutes and hours go by. I'm sitting outside on my front porch, trying to calm my nerves down, when my phone rings and buzzes in my pocket. I check the caller I.D and it reads Brandon, so I immediately answer it.
“Hello?”
“Hey, I was wondering if you found Leanne yet.” I can barely hear him as the music in his car is blaring so much that I have to hold the phone away from my ear.
“Turn down your music and no I haven't. Have you spoken with her at all?” I question him, but it comes across more as an interrogation.
“Uh- no. I tried to, but her phone must be dead or something.” He switches down his music before he answers, but it doesn’t comfort me or anything.
“Oh...” I am slightly disappointed and sigh heavily, the weight of his words settling on my shoulders. I know I messed up the one thing that mom was really counting on me to do.
“Sorry if I got your hopes up... I'm just worried about her. Jessie and I have been trying to reach her and I know you haven't had any luck either.”
“Nothing. I have an idea who has her though, but haven't been able to track them down,” I say with a low voice as I look around my yard, hoping that no one caught that.
“Well, let me know if you need anything.” He sounds sincere and I know that he means every word. He is the only other person I trust Leanne with and I know he’s just as worried as I am.
“Yeah sure,” I promise.
“By the way, who has her?” he asks.
“That's for me to know and for you to never find out,” I smirk, shaking my head.
“Okay, I understand, but it's good you know.” I can sense his smile. I know he’s really curious and means well, but I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself if something happens to him.
“All right, well Imma go. I'll let you know if anything comes up.”
“Okay, bye.”
I hang up as I
My mind is racing and it's hard to keep focus as I'm telling her this. I start to flash back to all the shit I did or had done to people, things I'm not proud of, things I wouldn't let someone do to my own damn family. I regret it now, but back then I couldn’t care less about what was done, as long as we got what we came for all the shit in between didn't fucking matter.
This has to be my fucking Karma.....
*****
The next day, I finish up fixing of what I can do with the house. It still pisses me off that they fucked it up, but I know why. I tend to think of what they might do next to me every now and then. First, they messed up my car and now my house. I don't own anything else except my life. The only thing for me to worry about is what the hell are they doing to my sister? Is she out doing God knows what or locked up somewhere, waiting for me to get to her?
I grab my phone on the kitchen counter and scroll through my contact list till I reach Leanne's number. Should I press the call button? Will they pick up or will it go straight to voice mail? I sigh as I hover my finger over the green phone icon, my heart pounding in my ears, and just press it, it rings once and goes to voice mail.
God fucking damn it.
Chapter 8
The last three days have been fucking horrible. I haven't been able to sleep much or eat since Leanne went missing. I went to every place I could think of and I tried calling the I-Ten's, but no one answers. It either rings several times or goes straight to voice mail, making me feel more and more panicked as the minutes and hours go by. I'm sitting outside on my front porch, trying to calm my nerves down, when my phone rings and buzzes in my pocket. I check the caller I.D and it reads Brandon, so I immediately answer it.
“Hello?”
“Hey, I was wondering if you found Leanne yet.” I can barely hear him as the music in his car is blaring so much that I have to hold the phone away from my ear.
“Turn down your music and no I haven't. Have you spoken with her at all?” I question him, but it comes across more as an interrogation.
“Uh- no. I tried to, but her phone must be dead or something.” He switches down his music before he answers, but it doesn’t comfort me or anything.
“Oh...” I am slightly disappointed and sigh heavily, the weight of his words settling on my shoulders. I know I messed up the one thing that mom was really counting on me to do.
“Sorry if I got your hopes up... I'm just worried about her. Jessie and I have been trying to reach her and I know you haven't had any luck either.”
“Nothing. I have an idea who has her though, but haven't been able to track them down,” I say with a low voice as I look around my yard, hoping that no one caught that.
“Well, let me know if you need anything.” He sounds sincere and I know that he means every word. He is the only other person I trust Leanne with and I know he’s just as worried as I am.
“Yeah sure,” I promise.
“By the way, who has her?” he asks.
“That's for me to know and for you to never find out,” I smirk, shaking my head.
“Okay, I understand, but it's good you know.” I can sense his smile. I know he’s really curious and means well, but I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself if something happens to him.
“All right, well Imma go. I'll let you know if anything comes up.”
“Okay, bye.”
I hang up as I
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