Chapter 2
Where's Fiona Phillips?
By. Wicked Princess
It was 1 a.m. and the doctor that Irene had some how managed to get to the hotel was in side Molly and Annie's room examining Fi. Everyone else was in Ned and Irene's room, which was right next door, connected by a door. Jack was sitting on the bed staring at the door as if willing it to open with good news. Ned and Irene were talking in the boy's room. Although Carey knew that really meant that they were crying, comforting, and trying to find out what happened. Annie was sitting at her laptop looking up something paranormal. Clu was sitting at a desk writing something, he had his CD player on some sad songs, and a sad look on his face. Carey was pacing. He had been pacing since he brought Fi to Molly's room. He was worried. Fi's story seemed weak; missing something that would make it believable. Carey thought about this 'mystery guy' that had saved Fi's life. About the 'thing' after her. About the 'noise' heard over the telephone. About what he would do if Fi… NO! He was going to be positive. He just hated to see her hurt. No one else knew what he did. He knew that Fi didn't really want to leave. He knew that Fi didn't want to hand over her life to Annie. Carey knew that Fi only said she was doing fine with her aunt, Carey knew that Fi wanted to come home, or on the tour rather. But most importantly Carey knew why.
"She's okay." Molly said as she burst through the door obviously relieved and very happy to spread the good news. Clue jumped up and ran over to Jack and they jumped up and down yelling 'she's okay' repeatedly. Annie just simply looked up from her computer and smiled. "Molly are you okay?" Annie asked. Carey caught the double meaning to Annie's question. Annie was not asking about Fi but about Molly. It surprised Carey how she could focus on Molly and this life she's created and not care if anything happened as long as it didn't ruin her life. As long as it didn't change her at all. Carey didn't like that. "Can I see her?" Everyone got quiet. It was a shock. The question was simple not too shocking, everyone was basically thinking the same thing, except Annie. It wasn't the question exactly it was who was doing the asking that was a shock.
Short I know but hey, I'll just have to write more next time. I'm not going to ask you to review because I hate it when authors ask that. So do what you want. You will any way's.