Celwriter: been looking at stories in c2's. wish someone would submit one of mine. sigh that would be wonderful.
Chapter 4
"Cel! I know you're in there! I can see your hair," came the horrid, scratchy voice. "Now come out nicely and your punishment won't be so bad."
Cel hunched down more and shook her head. This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't. She had found Mort and saved his life and it just couldn't be happening, it just couldn't. She cringed as the woman pounded on the door.
"Cel! If I have to break down this door I will!" she screamed. "Cel, I'm not joking!"
Cel went into the fetal position and was glad of the piece of paper in her pocket. It was her only chance of happiness and it could only work if Mort came home.
"Cel! Let me in now!" screeched the woman's voice. "Fine, I'm gonna break down the door!" Cel cringed every time she heard the door crack. Finally, she heard a car drive up.
Please let this be Mort! Please let this be Mort! Cel repeated the words in her head.