Chapter 8 *
Thursday, Kirsten made her now routine drive to Erika's house. There was still no word on her brother, Kirsten knew that they probably wouldn't, knowing that he worked on the 97th floor, but she held her tongue. She pulled into the driveway, walked into the house, played with Erika's dog Fanny. A tear stained Erika came into the living room where Kirsten and Fanny were.
"Oh god, what happened?" Kirsten noticed Erika's face and feared for the worse.
"Sit down K."
"O...k" Kirsten sits down and waits for Erika to tell her what's up.
"My mom and dad went to a house to shoot this thing for the New Jersey news Channel about Victor. They were at a house where some other people from here are missing." Erika got really quiet for awhile.
"Ok...so...who's house was it?"
Erika pauses for a little while longer before blurting out, "The de Martino's."
Kirsten's face dropped. It felt like her heart was breaking in a million pieces. "Please, please tell me what I'm thinking is wrong." Tears were now rolling down her face.
Erika shook her head no, "I'm sorry K, but Chris is missing. He worked for the same company as my brother, just a different branch. He was on the 100th floor."
"No." Kirsten wouldn't believe it. "He isn't gone, he can't be, I just saw him on Monday."
It was now time for Erika to comfort Kirsten, "I'm so sorry."
Kirsten jumped up and walked to the door, "I gotta go."
Erika screamed as Kirsten ran outside to her car, "Call me if you need anything!"
Kirsten gave her a lil wave and sped off to the de Martino's. She got there in record time; she didn't even ring the doorbell. She just walked into the house and searched for Catherine.
She found Catherine, Chris's mother, and Martha, his sister, in her mother's room, both crying. They both looked at Kirsten, and she knew immediately it was true. She hugged them both, told them she'd be in touch, ran out of the house, got to her house, threw her things in a bag, left her mom and dad and note, and drove away from this town as fast as humanly possible.
Thursday, Kirsten made her now routine drive to Erika's house. There was still no word on her brother, Kirsten knew that they probably wouldn't, knowing that he worked on the 97th floor, but she held her tongue. She pulled into the driveway, walked into the house, played with Erika's dog Fanny. A tear stained Erika came into the living room where Kirsten and Fanny were.
"Oh god, what happened?" Kirsten noticed Erika's face and feared for the worse.
"Sit down K."
"O...k" Kirsten sits down and waits for Erika to tell her what's up.
"My mom and dad went to a house to shoot this thing for the New Jersey news Channel about Victor. They were at a house where some other people from here are missing." Erika got really quiet for awhile.
"Ok...so...who's house was it?"
Erika pauses for a little while longer before blurting out, "The de Martino's."
Kirsten's face dropped. It felt like her heart was breaking in a million pieces. "Please, please tell me what I'm thinking is wrong." Tears were now rolling down her face.
Erika shook her head no, "I'm sorry K, but Chris is missing. He worked for the same company as my brother, just a different branch. He was on the 100th floor."
"No." Kirsten wouldn't believe it. "He isn't gone, he can't be, I just saw him on Monday."
It was now time for Erika to comfort Kirsten, "I'm so sorry."
Kirsten jumped up and walked to the door, "I gotta go."
Erika screamed as Kirsten ran outside to her car, "Call me if you need anything!"
Kirsten gave her a lil wave and sped off to the de Martino's. She got there in record time; she didn't even ring the doorbell. She just walked into the house and searched for Catherine.
She found Catherine, Chris's mother, and Martha, his sister, in her mother's room, both crying. They both looked at Kirsten, and she knew immediately it was true. She hugged them both, told them she'd be in touch, ran out of the house, got to her house, threw her things in a bag, left her mom and dad and note, and drove away from this town as fast as humanly possible.