Hello, darling readers! Thanks for reviewing! Here is chapter 14! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi. I wish I owned Eli though haha. ;D

"Hello?"

"Julietta!" I muttered, breathlessly.

"Clare?"

"Yes. I need your help. Right now!" I yelled.

"Whoa, Clare. Slow down. What's wrong?"

"My dad...he...he..." I forced myself to say it. "He kidnapped Eli."

There was nothing but silence.

"Julietta?"

"I can't help you."

"Please! You're my only hope! I need you! He'll kill him if you don't help me."

"Okay, okay. What do we do?" She asked, willing to help me now.

"Do you have any idea where he could be hiding him?" I wondered.

"Umm... There is this abandoned house... He might be there."

"Alright, can you meet me in ten?"

"I'm already here. Come outside." She instructed.

I hung up the phone, and flew down the stairs, tripping.

Ouch. I murmured, to myself, while getting up off the floor.

I opened the door, and Julietta was standing there, with her arms crossed.

"Lead the way." I told her, motioning in front of me.

She walked me to her car. I got in the passenger side, and she drove off. We drove for about five miles, before turning onto an eerie, abandoned street that I had never even heard of. A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of an empty house.

It was pale blue, and looked antique.

The door opened without even a squeak, suggesting that it had been used regularly, even though the house was completely vacant.

Julietta and I exchanged a quick glance, before walking through the door together.

Inside the house, there was a staircase.

I started up the stairs, only to realize Julietta wasn't behind me anymore. She was still at the bottom of the stairs.

"I'll stay here." She told me, nervously.

"Julietta, I need you. You know this house better than I do."

She nodded, but didn't move an inch.

"Julietta. It's okay. C'mon." I reached for her hand, and lead her up the stairs with me.

"Where would he be?" I wondered.

"Shh." She muttered, putting a finger to her lips.

She inclined her head to the right.

"This way." She lead me to an empty room, with two closets, and a bathroom.

She pointed to the first closet. "I'll check this one. You check the other." She told me.

I walked over to the closet, took a deep breath, and yanked the door open.

It was empty.

Same with the one Julietta checked.

I walked slowly to the bathroom, and kicked the door open.

Nothing.

She led me to another room.

I opened the door, silently, peering in.

There was nobody in there.

"This is useless."

"We'll find him." She encouraged.

Suddenly, I heard muted voices coming from a few rooms down.

"Do you hear that?" I wondered.

"Yeah." She walked in the direction the sounds were coming from, me following close behind.

We stopped at the last room at the end of the long hall.

She turned the knob.

"Oh my god." She whispered.

I shoved past her.

Eli was laying in the far corner of the room. His mouth was taped shut, and his hands were bound together. He wasn't moving. He was completely still.

"Eli." I called. It did no good.

I ran over to him, dropping to my knees.

I laid my head on his chest, checking for a heart beat.

"He's alive." I called to Julietta.

She looked relieved.

I stuck my pointer finger, and middle finger to the inside of his wrist, counting the beats, just as I had learned in health class.

I glanced at my watch.

Julietta came and knelt beside me.

"What's wrong with him?" She asked.

"I think he's just unconscious. But his pulse is slowing. We need to get him to the emergency room. Call 911." I told her.

I yanked the duct tape from his mouth, and untied the cloth with which his hands were bound.

Just then, my father came walking through the door.

"Clare." He greeted.

"Stay back." I warned.

I stuck my hand in Eli's pocket.

My dad flashed a pocket knife at me.

"Looking for this?" He asked. "How stupid do you think I am, Clare?"

I pulled off Eli's left shoe, and grabbed his back-up pocket knife.

"Really stupid." I answered.

"Oh please, you won't do anything with that." He challenged.

"I won't?"

He chuckled, darkly. "You aren't strong enough."
"I'm strong enough to kill you." I replied.

He took a half-step forward.

"Take one more step, and I will slit your throat. I know what you did to mom."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He took another step.

"I swear to God, if you take one more step, I will stab you. Back the hell up."

He threw the pocket knife at Julietta. "Kill her." He instructed.

Julietta didn't move. "No."

"Getting brave are we, Julietta? Kill her, or I will personally ensure that everyone in your family is dead by tomorrow."

Tears streamed down Julietta's cheeks.

"Kill her! He yelled.

"No!" She yelled back.

She tossed the knife to me.

My father took another step.

"I'm warning you, Randall. Don't make me have to kill you." I told him.

I saw Eli stirring, but my father didn't. I shoved the knife in his direction.

"And I'll help her." Julietta chimed in.

"I think I can take on two teenage girls."

Eli was awake now. He reached for the knife. While watching him, I didn't notice my father was progressively getting closer.

"Julietta move!" I screamed.

She jumped out of the way, just a my father's hand came down. A half second earlier, and she'd of been dead.

Eli jumped to his feet, catching my father of guard. My father jumped out of the way before Eli could stab him.

He knocked Eli to the ground, and stood over him, bringing his knife inches from Eli's face.

Before I could react, and do anything, my father fell to the ground.

Julietta stabbed him in the back.

She dropped the knife to her feet, and covered her mouth with her bloody hands.

"Thanks." Eli murmured, out of breath.

Julietta was still in shock, and couldn't form a rational response.

I walked over to her. "It's okay. You saved us." I rubbed her back in soothing circles, trying to calm her down, as she was now shaking uncontrollably.

"Eli, call the cops. Tell them there's a man dead at... What's the address here?"

"421 Sycamore St." Julietta replied.

"Tell them there's a man dead at 421 Sycamore St." I finished.

Eli nodded, and pulled out his cell phone, dialing 911.

Julietta seemed to be calming down.

"Thanks for helping me. Without you, I'd probably be dead."

"Anytime." She answered, offering me a weak smile.

I didn't know what else to say, so I just sat there and waited for the police to show up, feeling content for once that all the horror was finally over...

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