Holy crap it's been awhile. I was suffering from such bad writer's block. I was trying to change up my style. I failed. I hope you all continued to read what stories I have up. I am coming out with no one that has my usual elements. Crime, drama, and Jake being in the hospital. Easy for me to write and get my brain going. Look for that soon. In the meanwhile, enjoy the very short third chapter of Gone. So sorry to leave everyone waiting.
Chapter 3
Sarah woke up to the sound of water dripping. Moaning she opened her eyes. When had she fallen asleep? Everything was a blur in her mind. Sarah groaned as she tried to move her lips. They were still wrapped around that rope. Sarah cried out as she tried to sit up. A rope was tied tight across her bare belly. Sarah's arms and legs were outstretched and tied down. Sarah started to cry and tried to scream. Her lips refused to work.
"Hello, Sarah." Sarah whimpered as the voice came over a PA system. It was very deep.
"Don't move too much. That rope around your stomach will start drawing blood if you move too much." Sarah cried even harder.
"Do you know why you are here?" Sarah tried to say no but only succeeded in drooling all over herself.
"Shake or nod your head. I can see you." Sarah shook her head.
"You're a spoiled brat who thinks she's better then everyone else. You're being punished." Sarah whimpered.
"If you behave yourself, I won't kill you. Do you understand?" Sarah nodded.
"Good." Silence. Sarah closed her eyes and cried herself to sleep.
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The Bakers had no choice but to return home. Charlie and Lorraine stayed back to help search for Sarah but everyone was forced to go home. Jake, Miles, and Mike hung out in Jake's room. They hoped Sarah was OK.
"I bet Carla Freeman is behind this," exclaimed Jake after a few minutes of silence.
"I don't think Carla would kidnap Sarah," argued Miles.
"I don't know. Carla loves to torture Sarah. Remember the water bottle incident with Sarah's belly button?" asked Jake. Miles nodded.
"That's become a usual piece of torment at school now. Quinn and Cooper beat me up and did it to me. Luckily I managed to pull it off," explained Jake. Miles winced. He couldn't imagine.
"Carla loves to make Sarah suffer. I totally suspect her in this," snapped Jake. Miles shrugged.
"Jake, do you really think a twelve-year-old girl could pull this off?" asked Mike. Jake sighed.
"Maybe if she had help," he answered.
"I don't know, Jake. I think this is the work of a professional kidnapper," argued Miles.
"It's too soon to tell," exclaimed Jake. "I only know that someone has taken Sarah." And there wasn't much hope that Sarah would be returned unharmed. Or alive for that matter.
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Jake had nightmares that night. Nightmares concerning Sarah being found dead and mutilated. Jake tossed and turned for a good two hours before waking up in a cold sweat. Panting he got up and took his night shirt off. His room felt stifling hot all of a sudden. Jake made his way to the bathroom. Snapping on the light he went over to the sink and turned it on. He splashed some water on his face and took deep breaths. He could hear Sarah screaming in the back of his brain. Screaming as she held the back of her head after Carla threw a basketball at her. Screaming as doctors tried to remove her belly button from inside a water bottle. Screaming as her lips were sutured after Carla had tripped her after school. Jake gritted his teeth. Carla Freeman had been hurting Sarah for too long now. And now, Jake knew, that she had crossed the line. And Jake had every intention of making Carla pay. No matter what it took.