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I looked at my husband with sympathy. "Oh, Ben. I'm so...sorry this happened."
He shook his head. "No. I'm the one who should be apologizing, Abigail. I should've
listened to you instead of trying to tell you everything was going to be fine and nothing
terrible was going to happen. So.. I'm sorry, Abigail."
What? Why was he saying sorry? I couldn't have blamed him for not listening to me. If
someone ran up to me and told me that something bad was going to happen, I probably
would think they're insane. He, at the time, was placed in the position where I couldn't
stand my feeling anymore and he couldn't just make it worse by asking what was going
happen and when. He had to console me. He had to protect me. He was somewhat...
forced to do this instead of believe me. Ben had the right to do this, and he shouldn't be
sorry for trying to make me feel better.
"Ben, you shouldn't be sorry. You had to comfort me, and I understand that."
Ben stood up. "Abigail, I should've believed in you. I was only using my logic on this,
and turns out I was wrong."
"Ben, you were put in a position where you couldn't believe me and make things even
worse for me than they were. There's nothing to say sorry about." Before I could say
another word, though, he put his finger on my lips.
"Don't say anything else. You were right, and I was wrong. And I'm sorry for that.
Trust me. I should be saying sorry, not you."
I wanted to get my point out to him, and also ask him if his logic was right this time.
But, his finger was on my lips, so I couldn't speak unless I really tried to, but it would
come out all funny...in somewhat of a way. And when he took it off my lips, he started
back to his room, probably wanting (and needing) to get back to sleep as the night had
started before the security system starting going nuts.
I started back up to my room, still confused at why Ben said sorry for something he
should've done, although he thought I was a little crazy (which I, in a way, was). But
I really didn't want to think about that now. I just wanted to be back in my bed, in my
room, in my dreams, and wanted to get ANY thoughts about earlier out of my mind.
I walked into my room and lied on the bed. I wrapped my body in the sheets and just
stayed still. I detected the sound of Ben talking over the phone with Sadusky because he
kept mentioning his name like if he was talking with him face to face. I closed my eyes
and listened until I finally drifted off to sleep.
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I was the first to be waken the next morning. I got up and thought, trying to think of this
strange dream I had. In it, someone broke into the house, and I had almost been killed. But
the most memorable thing about it, though, was the scroll had been stolen. Thank goodness
it had been only a dream. If that had been reality, it would be...
Then, I realized that it wasn't a dream. It was...real. Great. Just, great. Now we don't have
our evidence that is going to cost big. If we didn't get back that scroll, Ben would probably
never be trusted with anything again. In addition, whoever broke into the house would
probably figure the clue out, one way or another. So now, it was a chase to see who could
get the treasure first.
All these events flew by so quickly that I couldn't even it get straight. It was all, just
...confusing. So to get my head off the subject, I went downstairs into the kitchen where
I started to put on some coffee. As I was doing that, my mind put me back on the dreaded
event and the burglar. Suddenly, I thought of a horrible thought. Was that...Ian who
broke in last night?
He had the same figure as him and his height appeared to be the same, too. Plus, didn't
that pistol he used look like of Ian's? 'No,' I thought. 'It's not Ian. He's in federal
prison. There's no way possible he could've escaped.' But I had the same horrible
feeling I had yesterday that it was him.
I poured me some coffee and started to sip it. Even while drinking my 'comfort' drink,
I still couldn't get that terrible, pit feeling in my stomach out. It just wanted to stay there,
wanting to demolish me into its own world. At that moment, it got to be so bad, I did
something that I was technically, not allowed to do in the mornings except on emergencies.
But I did it anyways.
"Ben!" Silence.
"Ben!" Silence again.
"Great. Ben!" Still, only silence.
Then, I finally heard footsteps from above. My hopes went up, hoping that Ben finally
heard my frantic call and would now come to 'rescue' his true love. But, those hopes
went all the way down when my eyes saw Riley.
"Yeah?" he answered in a groggily tone.
"No. Not you. I was calling for Ben."
"Oh. Ben? He already left for Washington D.C."
"WHAT?"
"Sadusky wanted him at the FBI Headquarters when he was talking to him last night about
something that went on. Didn't listen in on it, though."
"You mean the break-in?"
"There was a break-in last night?"
I looked at him funny. "Yes. Didn't you hear the security system going insane?"
"Nope. I was playing video games most of the day yesterday after waking back up and was sleepy when I went to bed. But, I beat my high score! Now, my high score is 8,362,953!"
"...Riiight..." I walked back to the kitchen, wondering three questions. One, why would
Riley be so exhausted from playing video games. Two, why would Sadusky need Ben at
the headquarters THIS early in the morning. And three, was my feeling and thoughts true?
Did Ian really break-in? Or was my imagination going too far? This question was going
to have to wait, though. The manor was a mess, and it was calling my name to clean it.
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"Abigail?" I could hear Ben asking for me as I was throwing away the last bit of trash in
the trash can. 'Finally.' I sighed in happiness. 'Ben's back. At least some of my troubles
will escape for now.' Things were supposed to be better with him back. However, they
weren't.
"Hey!" I walked to his side and we kissed lightly. "So, how was the headquarters?"
"How did you know about...Oh. Riley must have told you about it. Anyways, about that.
See, Sadusky wants to go with me to Cairo to investigate on the clue. So, I'll be gone
tonight and tomorrow."
"Okay. Why did you come back to the house then?"
"One, to tell you about this. And two, I think I'm going to need somethings in a foreign
country with me. Don't you think?"
I blushed sheepishly. "Yeah. Forgot about that." Then, at a awkward moment, Ben went up
the stairs to get ready.
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After about two hours later, Ben was ready to leave. "Riley, can you take care of yourself
while I'm gone?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sure. I'll be fine."
He leaned to me. "Take care of him," he said to me, lowering his voice.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. I was just giving Abigail some instructions that are strictly private."
Riley glared at him strangely. Then, he went back to his room to go on a mission. Defeat
the evil...whatever you call it from outer space...or wherever the game took him.
"I've got my phone if you need anything. I don't think you'll have too much of a problem
with Riley, but if you do, I'll be in reach."
"Okay. Well, so I guess I'll see you tomorrow night then?"
"Probably." Then, he kissed me and went out the door. Now, it was me and Riley who had
to defend the house and ourselves. And make sure that the manor doesn't end up like if
a tornado ripped through it.
I sat down on the couch and turned on the T.V. to update on the latest local news. When
I finally got it to the right channel, a news anchor flashed on the screen. But on the upper
right portion of her was a picture of Ian.
"Ian Howe, who was arrested and put into the federal prison, has now been on the lose for
6 days now. He was wanted for several charges against him. Authorities are asking if you
have any information on his whereabouts to contact them."
Suddenly, I turned it off. Now, I definitely knew it wasn't my imagination or my feelings.
The person who I had seen in Cairo, but worse, who had stolen the scroll was...Ian.
I had to warn Ben. He couldn't be gone now. I got up from the couch and walked quickly
towards the front door. But by the time I got hold of the doorknob, I could see Ben and
the car leaving the manor.
"Oh. No."
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