I Hope You Dance
I was waiting at Wisty's apartment for her to come home from a meeting with her brother Whit for ten minutes. I had a feeling that something was wrong because she had not returned home. I finally decided to call her brother so I dialed his number and waited for him to pick up his phone.
"Hey, Byron. Is Wisty home now?" He asked me.
"She has not come home yet, Whit. I thought the meeting was still going on." I told him.
"No, the meeting ended 15 minutes ago, Byron. I sent her back to her house because she acted like she had a headache." He told me and I was shocked that Wisty was missing.
"I am going to look for her, Whit. I think that she is in trouble." I told him. "Wait, Byron, I have just been given a note from Wisty." He told sounding sad.
"What does it say, Whit?" I asked becoming impatience with him. "Help me please, Whit, I was kidnapped on my way home and pushed in a basement." He told me that she sent a map with the note.
I told him that I would meet him at Wisty's favorite diner so we go save her. I got to it 15 minutes later.
"Hey, Whit. Are you ready to go?" I asked him.
"I want to get her out the basement safely, Byron. Here is my plan. I will create a scene, you sneak around the back and free her." He explains his plan to me and I nod yes so we take off. We reach the building soon. Whit started cause the scene as agreed and sneaked around the back and went to the basement.
"Hey, Wisty. Are you in here?" I called out softly.
"Over here, Byron. Is Whit with you?" She said to me.
"Yes, he is one creating the scene upstairs, Wisty. Let's get you out of here." I told her and untied the ropes around her arms and legs. I noticed that she was having a little trouble standing and she had some new cuts on her. "Did they do something wrong to you, Wisty? I mean you too sore to move and I am sure you were fine earlier." She looked at me in a way that she did not want to talk about this now. I lead her out the basement, around the side of the house, and to Whit before she fainted dead way. Whit took her up in his arms and ran from the scene that he had created at the house. We got her back to her apartment and laid her on the couch.
"My head is killing me, Whit!" Wisty said struggling to sit up, but her body was to soar to do it.
"I think that I will go get you some medicine, Wisty." Whit told her leaving us alone.
"Do you need anything?" I asked her softly.
"I want to go to bed, Byron. I do not think that I can get there by myself." I picked her up and took her to her bedroom. She smiled at me for the first that day.
"Wisty, I love you. I will not let this happen again to you." I told her because she already knew my feelings for her.
"Thank you, Byron, for helping me today. I love you too." Whit finally decided to rejoin us. Wisty got better a few days later. We never spoke about it again.