Preface

A Chapter by Cait

A little sneak peek into the future.

Saturday, December 8th, 2007

9:43 AM

I sat on the couch of my living room and stared at the phone next to me. I was debating whether or not I should call Miranda and ask if she's alright. She was really shaken up yesterday when she found that letter in her mailbox from her psycho ex boyfriend. I began to get more and more worried and started to debate if I should drive over to her house or not. Or maybe I could just walk over her house. Not with him out there.

9:44 AM

I still was debating.

9:45 AM

Still debating.

9:46 AM

Leaning on the side of going over her house.

9:47 AM

Suddenly started to lean to just forgetting about it.

9:48 AM

Ah, I was wasting time! I decided to walk over to her house. It was somewhat nice outside, still cold, but walkable. Then I started to debate if I should call her ahead of time, but that was only in a matter of seconds. I didn't call her. Instead, I just waltzed outside and walked to her house. It wasn't too far. Just down 35th Street, take a left and down 91st Street, and then up 40th Avenue. The hill up 40th Avenue was my only problem. It was so steep an high. That's all the neighborhood Wedgwood is filled with. Hills, hills, and the occasional valley.

10:04 AM

In ten minutes I was up the hill and I could see Miranda's house. She was the only plain white one with a basket ball net on the sidewalk. Not only that, but there were police cars on in the driveway and many police men around. I quickened my pace down the sidwalk and was in front of her yard, facing Mrs. Darrison. Her face was covered in tears and a tissue was hiding her nose and mouth.

"Mrs. Darrison, what happened?" I asked her in worry. "Where's Miranda?!" She began to cry again. Her sister Anne Marie ran in front of me and took me to the sidewalk.

"Someone abducted her last night," Anne Marie said solomnly. "We were going to wake her up this morning and we found her room a complete mess and the window wide open. The police can't find a trace." I nearly broke down in tears. Annemarie could sense it and she hugged me. I gently and lightly wrapped my arms around her and hugged her as well.

"Do you guys have any suspects," I asked. Anne Marie pulled me back to face her.

"The obvious," she stated. The idea clicked in my head automatically. In seconds, I was out of Anne Marie's arms and running down the street away from Miranda's house. I knew exactly where he lived and he wasn't going to get away with what he's up to.