**Beth, don't worry. Everything will all smooth out in the end. ( Keep
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"Mommy and daddy were asking about you." Shayleen said the next night. Shane and Nidia had an interview to do so Angel was watching Shayleen. Angel had taken Shayleen out to dinner.
"Oh really?" Angel asked and twirled spaghetti on her fork. Shayleen nodded. "What did they say?" Angel asked.
"They asked what we did."
"Oh well that's nice. I suppose you told them."
"Yep."
"That's good."
"Mommy seemed mad."
"Oh how come? We don't do anything wrong."
"The attic."
"You told her we went in the attic?"
"Yes."
"Why? It was only a few minutes."
"I don't know. She asked."
"Oh, well I'm very proud of you for telling her Shayleen. I'm glad you tell your mom the truth when she asks questions. Good girl." Angel said sweetly. Shayleen smiled. Inside Angel was fuming.
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The psychologist looked over Modesty's records. Like jail you had to serve at least ¼ of your sentence in order to try and get out. Modesty had served ¼ of her 15 year sentence and she was now trying to get out. The psychologist nodded as he read.
"Wow Modesty I see you've stayed out of trouble." He said. Modesty smiled broadly. "You've gone to all your therapies, did the appropriate things, stayed out of trouble, passed your tests, everything looks great. Modesty, go pack your stuff." The doctor said and stamped a big red "RELEASE" on her papers. She smiled brightly, took her papers and walked out of the room.
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Modesty walked into her room and began packing. She was done in a few minutes since the mental hospital didn't allow many things.
"Are you ready Modesty?" A doctor asked.
"Yes." She answered.
"Ok let's go." He said and walked away. Modesty grabbed a picture off her dresser. It was her favorite. It was the one where she and Shane were on the rocks. Shane had on blue swimming trunks and she had on a white string bikini.
"Hurry up!" The guy called. Modesty shoved the picture in her pocket and ran out of the room.
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"Hey Angel." Shane greeted Angel warmly. Nidia gave her a cool smile.
"Hello Shane, Nidia. I already put Shayleen to bed." Angel said.
"That's wonderful. Thank you so much Angel." Shane said. Angel nodded.
"Forgive me but I must go. I have to be at the office early tomorrow morning. Good night." Angel said and walked out.
"Argh! I can't stand her!" Nidia exclaimed. Shane smiled.
"Oh it's alright."
"No. I don't like her at all. I haven't liked her for years."
"Now that's an exaggeration."
"No it's not. Before we dated and you were head over heels for her I hated her. She made me so sick I puked. I don't like her fake sugar coated voice. She spells trouble Shane. I don't want her near my daughter anymore."
"If you hate her so much why were you her friend all these years?" Shane asked. Nidia stood there dumbfounded. "I rest my case baby." He said and kissed the top of her head. "I'll be upstairs. I'll see you when you get there." Shane said and walked up the stairs.
A few minutes later Nidia heard Shane shriek. Before she could do anything Shane sprinted down the stairs.
"Shayleen!" He screamed.
"What?" Nidia asked. Shane's face was white as a ghost and he was shaking uncontrollably.
"Shayleen's gone!" He shrieked. Nidia jumped up and screamed.
"SHE'S WHAT?"
"Gone! Not there! MISSING!"
"Angel is DEAD!" Nidia screamed and ran towards the phone. Shane roughly grabbed her arm.
"Fuck putting the blame on someone! For all I care my MOM could have done this! I just want Shayleen back THEN we can kill the person who took her." He growled in her face.
"Ok! Just let me go call the cops! Let me do something!" Nidia screamed. Shane let go of her arm. Nidia ran over to the phone.
Shane looked over at Shayleen's dollhouse. The dolls were thrown everywhere and the furniture was moved. It looked like a little girl carelessly left it. Which is exactly what happened. But would this little girl, Shane's little girl, ever come back to play with it?
"Mommy and daddy were asking about you." Shayleen said the next night. Shane and Nidia had an interview to do so Angel was watching Shayleen. Angel had taken Shayleen out to dinner.
"Oh really?" Angel asked and twirled spaghetti on her fork. Shayleen nodded. "What did they say?" Angel asked.
"They asked what we did."
"Oh well that's nice. I suppose you told them."
"Yep."
"That's good."
"Mommy seemed mad."
"Oh how come? We don't do anything wrong."
"The attic."
"You told her we went in the attic?"
"Yes."
"Why? It was only a few minutes."
"I don't know. She asked."
"Oh, well I'm very proud of you for telling her Shayleen. I'm glad you tell your mom the truth when she asks questions. Good girl." Angel said sweetly. Shayleen smiled. Inside Angel was fuming.
~~~~~~~
The psychologist looked over Modesty's records. Like jail you had to serve at least ¼ of your sentence in order to try and get out. Modesty had served ¼ of her 15 year sentence and she was now trying to get out. The psychologist nodded as he read.
"Wow Modesty I see you've stayed out of trouble." He said. Modesty smiled broadly. "You've gone to all your therapies, did the appropriate things, stayed out of trouble, passed your tests, everything looks great. Modesty, go pack your stuff." The doctor said and stamped a big red "RELEASE" on her papers. She smiled brightly, took her papers and walked out of the room.
~~~~~~~
Modesty walked into her room and began packing. She was done in a few minutes since the mental hospital didn't allow many things.
"Are you ready Modesty?" A doctor asked.
"Yes." She answered.
"Ok let's go." He said and walked away. Modesty grabbed a picture off her dresser. It was her favorite. It was the one where she and Shane were on the rocks. Shane had on blue swimming trunks and she had on a white string bikini.
"Hurry up!" The guy called. Modesty shoved the picture in her pocket and ran out of the room.
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"Hey Angel." Shane greeted Angel warmly. Nidia gave her a cool smile.
"Hello Shane, Nidia. I already put Shayleen to bed." Angel said.
"That's wonderful. Thank you so much Angel." Shane said. Angel nodded.
"Forgive me but I must go. I have to be at the office early tomorrow morning. Good night." Angel said and walked out.
"Argh! I can't stand her!" Nidia exclaimed. Shane smiled.
"Oh it's alright."
"No. I don't like her at all. I haven't liked her for years."
"Now that's an exaggeration."
"No it's not. Before we dated and you were head over heels for her I hated her. She made me so sick I puked. I don't like her fake sugar coated voice. She spells trouble Shane. I don't want her near my daughter anymore."
"If you hate her so much why were you her friend all these years?" Shane asked. Nidia stood there dumbfounded. "I rest my case baby." He said and kissed the top of her head. "I'll be upstairs. I'll see you when you get there." Shane said and walked up the stairs.
A few minutes later Nidia heard Shane shriek. Before she could do anything Shane sprinted down the stairs.
"Shayleen!" He screamed.
"What?" Nidia asked. Shane's face was white as a ghost and he was shaking uncontrollably.
"Shayleen's gone!" He shrieked. Nidia jumped up and screamed.
"SHE'S WHAT?"
"Gone! Not there! MISSING!"
"Angel is DEAD!" Nidia screamed and ran towards the phone. Shane roughly grabbed her arm.
"Fuck putting the blame on someone! For all I care my MOM could have done this! I just want Shayleen back THEN we can kill the person who took her." He growled in her face.
"Ok! Just let me go call the cops! Let me do something!" Nidia screamed. Shane let go of her arm. Nidia ran over to the phone.
Shane looked over at Shayleen's dollhouse. The dolls were thrown everywhere and the furniture was moved. It looked like a little girl carelessly left it. Which is exactly what happened. But would this little girl, Shane's little girl, ever come back to play with it?