!!! I'm hyper!!! Oh sorry... I haven't updated in a while... Bet that's not a big suprise. Well I just signed up for Fictionpress today. My name there is Jeanette170... But I can't put anything up until the 16th... so I should have something up by the 17th. Anyways if you want to check it out go ahead! ANYWAYS! Thanks for the reviews... Here's the next chapter DUN DUN DUN!!!
Ron woke up around 3:30 a.m. the next morning when he rolled over on his arm that was slightly hit with the bullet.
"Ah!" he let out as he shot up from the couch. It had formed a scab while he was sleepy but it must have came off when he rolled over. He made his way to the bathroom and got out the first aid kit. He took his shirt off andbandaged it up and walked to the kitchen to look for something to eat.
"Nacos!" squeaked Rufus pointing to the fridge.
"Rufus you know how to make someone's stomach feel better." said Ron pulling the nacos out of the fridge. He broke a few peices off for Rufus. He walked back into the living room with his nacoand sat on the couch. He grabbed the remote and flipped the T.V. on. The news was on.
"Gunshots were heard from this house earlier tonight when a car sped off down the road." said a reporter on the news. "Here we have the man who claims he was being shot at."
Ron's jaw dropped when he saw Althia's dad there on the television.
"Well I was just droping by to see my daughter, who lives here, when a blonde headed man rushed in with a gun." said Althia's father. "He shot a few times but missed. Then he ran out with my daughter and sped off down the road."
Althia's father began to fake like he was crying.
"I don't know where she could be!" he cried. Ron turned the tv off. He ran up stairs to get Althia.
"Althia! Althia! Wakeup!" he whispered shaking her.
"What?" she rolled over staring at Ron.
"Come down stairs with me... It's about your dad." he told her. He told her everything as they were walking down stairs. "We have to figure something out."
"Ron... I' m really sorry!" she exclaimed.
"It's not your fa-" he was interupted with a knock on the door. He walked over and opened the door. There stood the police. Ron's heart dropped. "May I help you officers?"
"We would like to search your house." they told him. "A man's daughter is missing. She was supposedly kidnapped by a blonde headed man driving a car with this license plate number."
They showed him the number which was the number on Ron's license plate. Ron let them in anyways. Before they walked into the garage he suddenly remembered he left the gun in his car.
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