One Weekend
"Hey Martin have you seen Happy?" called Ruthie
"Uh, I think she went for a walk with Simon"
"Oh okay"
(downstairs) The door slammed shut and Simon came in panting hard. Oh God he thought the twins are going to kill me.
"Hi Simon the twins are ready for their "play date" with Happy. I'm bringing them down."
"NO!" shouted Simon "I mean Happy's not ready yet" he added lamely.
"Simon, what's going on?"
"Ruthie, just come down here. And don't bring the twins. This might upset them."
"Simon what the hel-heck is going on? Whatever I'm coming down. (To the twins) Ok guys you stay here and Ill be right back and then well take Happy out."
(In unison) "Ok Ruthie."
As she walked down the stairs thought were running through her head. What if he wasn't alone? What if this were a trap? What if Happy wasn't there? Little did she know that all of this was about to come true. When she reached the kitchen all of her fears came true. There was a strange man in the kitchen…with a knife. The knife just happened to be at Simon's throat.
(A/N's:) That's it for chapter # 1. If you've made it this far I'm sure you have the time to review PLEASE. You know you want to. Flames welcome but if they're telling me to give up on this fanfic, the words HELL NO come to mind. Sorry bout the slight cliffie, but that's the way the world works.
Disclaimer: Don't own it blah blah blah…you get the idea