Sorry, but this story was just asking to be written!
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Clare Edwards was missing.
Eli still couldn't believe it; he hadn't exactly grasped it yet. He heard the news reporter go on about how she hadn't come home from church. How witnesses said they saw a man walk up to her and ask her for directions, and how she willingly went along with him, convinced she was pointing out the apple trees on the west side of the church.
Eli had been able to stand religion before, but this was it. He hated religion more than ever now, what kind of God would let an amazing girl like Clare get kidnapped? Nah, no God was involved.
He had watched enough damn criminal and FBI shows to know what happens next: She gets raped, then killed and dumped into a spot millions of mile away.
Great.
He was finally adjusting to hoarding, finally getting his room clean. I mean, how could he even survive after this? Clare was his rock, his favorite thing to see.
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
It had been a somewhat normal day. He had woken up late, watched the late news. Went to the comic book store, called Clare. When she didn't answer, he wracked his brain to try to remember if he had done anything to upset her. Thinking that maybe she was having an off day, he shrugged it off. He didn't think that when he came home later, there would be an Amber alert on a missing girl by the name of Clare Edwards.
When it came on the T.V., he walked right by it and made his way up the stairs when he heard the alto voice of the news reporter say, "Clare Edwards has been missing for six hours," he had frozen n the spot. His brain froze trying to comprehend. His mother (who had been watching the news) gasped softly at the familiar name and stared at the screen, shocked. Eli walked numbly down the stairs and walked slowly to the living room, where his mother had already turned up the volume.
He sat down on the couch, his eyes wide and his lips felt like they were glued together. They sat and listened to the story. After it was done, Eli stood up quickly, and in an unfamiliarly calm voice said, "I think I'll call Adam." The voice was higher, and when you looked past the collected façade, you could tell there was some anxiety behind it; him afraid of his voice cracking.
He retreated upstairs and took his cell phone out of his pocket. He dialed Adams number, forgetting he had him on speed dial. Before he could say anything, though, he could already hear Adam sobbing, and Eli numbly remembered Adam saying once that his mother prefers watching the night news. His mother must have picked out the name and already told Adam. While Adam was crying on the other side, Eli just hung up.
He sat on the edge of his bed, and started crying loudly. He paced around the room, even resorting to throwing things. He yelled out curse words and made sure at least half the neighborhood heard him by the volume he was screaming at. It felt good not to be in control.
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Adam had been upstairs in his room, playing Starcraft on his computer. He stretched out and sighed in happiness as he felt the tendons pop. He was leaning forward, his hand hovering over the mouse when he heard his mother yell, "Boys!" in a frantic voice that he had not heard before. He rolled his eyes, thinking of what horrible timing his mother had decided to yell at him for.
He stepped out his room only to see Drew at the top of the stairs. "What did you do this time?" he whispered to Drew as they both walked down the steps.
Drew shrugged. "I was about to ask you the same thing."
Adam continued down, now feeling a little uncomfortable. Maybe it wasn't their fault this time. They walked into the living room only to see a scared looking Mrs. Torres and a T.V. screen with Clare's picture on it.
Confused at this strange sight, Adam opened his mouth to ask his mother something, but the T.V. reporters voice had interrupted. "No sights have been made of Clare Edwards, but we do know that the man was driving a white van." Adam's eyes widened. This couldn't mean what he thought it meant, right?
Audra Torres cleared her throat. "Clare Edwards has been kidnapped," she said in a high, damaged voice. "She was your friend, right Adam?"
Adam got tears in his eyes, and nodded with his mouth still opened. Before anyone could say anything else though, he scrambled up the stairs and locked himself in his room. He didn't even check to see if the game was paused, it didn't matter. That game wasn't real life, but this was.
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Clare hadn't suspected a thing.
She had honestly and truly believed that when this tall and overbearing man with a strange smile asked her where the prized church apple trees were, she trusted him.
He had even motioned about picking some of the apples for his kids, and Clare's heart swelled with compassion for this kind father. She graciously let him follow her and was happy until she felt this sharp pain in her back. She felt her vision go fuzzy and tried blinking to focus. She was slowly losing control of her body, it was tingling. This sensation felt exactly like the laughing gas they gave you at the dentists, but she didn't feel like laughing at all.
Her mind was barely there when he threw her over his back and carried her into his white van. She could barely comprehend what was happening, and she didn't like it. Her mind wasn't disembodied, though. She wondered if this was how Darcy felt when she was given those roofies. Clare let her mind wander, seeing as it was the only thing she could do.
You'll never know dear,
How much I love you,
Please don't take, my sunshine away
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Okay, so out of blue I just had this idea and I just really hope you like it. I am sorry for staring another story, but I promise a new chapter of Limousine will be published tomorrow. Please review!