I woke up the next morning with a dull pain thudding up my arm from my hand. I groaned and got up and padded over to the bathroom, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I first switched the bandages on my hand, groaning when I saw I was going to have some major scars stay put. I then took some pain meds that the doctor gave me yesterday to help me out.
I made my way down the stairs and poured myself a bowl of cereal. It was quiet in my house, my parents away still for work; a business trip or something.
Was I scared? Hell yes I was. Dean has had plenty of time to think of a plan B to get rid of me again. For all I now he could barge right through my front door and-
The sound of the doorbell shattered the silence, making me jump with fright and spill the cereal everywhere. I turned and stared the door down, while debating with myself. Should I open the door?
I walked nervously closer and closer until I decided and quickly threw the door opened.
And I was expecting what came, but Seth practically jumped in my arms, "Carlie, thank God you are here."
He pressed his cheek into my shoulder, and I felt it was wet with tears, "What's wrong?"
"It's Kim....She....she never came home last night."
"She never came home from Dean's. And we didn't get any phone calls or anything. My parents want to call the cops but I told them I could take care of this myself."
"You can't though." I walked into my house and began picking up some of the cereal with a melancholy look on my face. "What are you talking about?" Seth followed me, as I knew he would.
"You can't do it alone."
I turned and looked at him, eyes steady, "He doesn't want you." Seth stared at me for a bit, the cogs in his head turning with the words I just said. Then I saw the click in his eyes, "No. No no no."
"You know damn well that's what he's doing. He's holding your sister hostage. And he will until he gets me."
Seth pushed his dark hair out of his face in frustration, "No, I won't do that."
"Why not? You want your sister back don't you?"
"So? You're going to stay right here," Seth was beginning to back out of my house, expecting me to sprint out of my house. He knew I was faster than him. But I stayed put on the ground with a handful of Cheerios in my hand as Seth ran out of my house to try the impossible task of getting his sister back without me.
Once I felt he was a good distance away I got off the ground and dusted myself off, then opened up the screen door while laughing and saying to myself, "Did he really think he'd win with me?" Before walking out into the sunshine for what could be the last time for me.