Sorry I know I haven't updated but it's hard to study hard enough for an exam and write a story at the same time. Plus, after hurricane IVAN, we didn't have power for a few days and I lost everything on my computer. Anyway, here's another chappy. I'm really trying to make these chapters longer. I wrote it a long time ago, so it's a little harder.
We were in Cairo Port, and I was waiting for Jonathon to get off of the ferry.
"Can we go now?" I asked as Jonathon came into view.
"Oh, hold on. I don't know why we have to play so much for an over night trip. I mean, it's not like we spent a whole week on the boat."
"Shut up and come on. We have to get to the museum in half an hour."
The clue that we found led us to believe that they were at The Museum of Antiquities. There, we would find Evelyn, hopefully. About twenty minutes later, we had arrived, and we stared at the door as we sat in the car.
"Are we going in or what?" asked Jonathon.
"What if we're too late?"
"Yes, well... we're going to be if we don't go in there right now. Get up! Come on!"
We walked into the museum and hid behind the doorway when we heard voices. They sounded like LT and Evelyn. I peeked over the doorframe and saw Evy tied to a chair and LT standing over her with a knife in his hand. Part of me just wanted to charge out there and beat the crap out of the guy who was threatening MY Evelyn, and part of me held myself back. It was probably better that I didn't charge in like that.
"When Rick and Jonathon get here, you'll be sorry you were ever in London."
"Two things. One: Jonathon couldn't save himself, let alone his sister. Two: What do you think will happen when Rick finds out you have an eight-year-old son and a husband? Do you think he'll want to talk to you any more? I don't think he will."
What I had just heard couldn't have been true. She would've never done something like that. Would she? No, I kept telling my self. She would've said something. Jonathon would've said something. Why would she do this to me? Lost in my thoughts, I was having second thoughts about rescuing someone I thought loved me.
Why should I even have to think about it? I thought to myself.