(Trapped)
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She was trapped in the garage and she knew it. Jiggling the knob, turning it, pushing on the door had no effect what so ever. Frustrated she sat down on the floor and glared at the door knob, "This isn't fair." Tears falling down her cheeks, she wiped her face on the sleeve of her jacket, "I'm going miss my favorite show." Furious, she called out, "Open the door, Henry you little brat. I'm going to kill you when I get out of here."
Giggling coming from the other side of the door, Christine huffed, "You little brat."
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Entering the living room, Brennan noticed her son sitting on the couch eating from a large bag of Doritos. Concerned, she walked over to the couch and removed the bag from his grasp, "Henry, you know you're not allowed to eat your father's Doritos. He says you lick them and then place the chips back in the bag."
Startled, Henry whined, "Nu uh, I don't do that anymore."
Shaking her head, Brennan asked him, "Where's Christine? She's supposed to be watching you while I work on my book."
Feigning ignorance, Henry shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know Mommy."
The Doritos forgotten, Brennan searched the house and was unable to find her daughter. Concerned she came back into the living room, "Henry, where is your sister?"
His attention on the cartoon playing on the TV, Henry answered her, "I don't know Mommy."
Leaning over, she picked him up and placed him on her hip, "We're going outside to find her, Henry."
His eyes darting over to the garage door, Henry swallowed, "Are you mad?"
Moving to the front door, Brennan replied, "I'm not angry Henry. I'm concerned."
Afraid to tell her where his sister was, Henry knew that he might be in trouble, if not now then very very soon.
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To be continued.