Chapter Four
Searching For Edmund
Author's Note: Hey, everyone, I finally got a bit of a break today, so here's chapter four. This one was a real struggle, so it'll be shorter than my usual ones.
Driving around the city at night already made me nervous as it was. Even though the need to find Edmund made me feel a sense of urgency, it also made my senses heighten, a habit I had when I was very nervous. Turning on the headlights, I instructed Lucy to look for her brother out the right passenger window while I looked out the left.
The only people who were wandering the streets were drug dealers, thieves, and murders, as well as the unwary people who might become innocent victims. Homeless people huddled in shelters from alleyways, and the stores lights had an eerie glow to them, like they do at night when one is tense. As you can imagine, I was the most afraid for Edmund. Thoughts of the boy being hurt or killed played over and over in my mind, like scenes from a horror movie as we continued to search for Lucy's brother.
In a few seconds, I caught sight of a boy trudging along the sidewalk. Relief flooded me, making my visions of terror all but disappear, just as long as I could get him into the car and drive him back to my house so that he and Lucy could go home. Pulling up alongside him, I rolled down my window and called down to Edmund. The boy startled at the sound of my voice, and stared at me warily.
"Edmund?" Lucy asked, unbuckling her seatbelt, getting out of the car, ignoring my insistence to get back in the vehicle, and running toward her brother. I sighed with relief as Lucy made it across the street to the sidewalk. "Oh Edmund, you got in too! Isn't it wonderful!" Lucy cried, hugging her brother around the middle.
"Where have you been?" Edmund asked grumpily.
"With Miracle Love, why did you wander off like that?"
"I wanted to see the cars; I've never seen automobiles like these before," Edmund explained, following Lucy to the other side of the car and climbing into the back seat.
After Lucy showed Edmund how to put on his seatbelt, which the boy resisted until I told him that I wasn't driving either of them home until he put on his seat belt. Hearing the resounding click of the seat belt being pushed in, I looked both ways, and turned the car around, heading for home.