Author: The Red Eyed Lynx PM
when Emily and her friends are kidnapped, they find out that thing are not always as they seem.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Chapters: 9 - Words: 5,734 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 2 - Published: 05-10-12 - id: 3021199
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I left my office and said to Erin, "I'm going to leave, tell the team I'm gone, will you?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said and I left. I drove home and went in.
"Is she awake, yet," I asked Megan.
"She just woke up," Megan said.
"Was it the dream?" I asked.
"Yes," Megan said.
"I'm going to talk to her," I said and went to Roze's room.
"I saw her," Roze said.
"Saw who?" I asked.
"I think it was my mother," Roze said.
"Tell me exactly what you saw," I said, sitting next to her.
"I turned my head and saw three people," Roze said. "Two women and a man, the man and one of the women I didn't recognize, but the other woman was the woman that kidnapped me. The three where arguing over me. I'm sure they were my parents."
"Okay," I said. "What did they look like?"
"My mother had long black hair and dark blue eyes. My father had short blond hair and Chrystal blue eyes," Roze said. "But you're not going to find my father."
"Why not?" I asked.
"She killed him," Roze said, "Right in front of me and my mother."
"I'm so sorry," I said and hugged her.
"Will that help you?" Roze said.
"I think so," I said. "Thank you."
"I just hope, once we find her, I'll never have that dream again," Roze said.
"Everything will work out," I told her.
"Why are you helping me?" Roze asked.
"Because I care about you," I said.
"But, why?" she asked. "I'm not related to you, or anything."
"You remind me of my little sister," I said.
"Was she a weakling, like me?" Roze asked.
"You're not a weakling," I said. "You're just cautious and that's a very good quality to possess."
"You think so?" Roze said.
"I know so," I said. "And no, her personality was almost the exact opposite of yours."
"Then why do I remind you of her?" Roze asked.
"She looked a lot like you," I said. "And she died when she was 13."
"I'm so sorry," Roze said.
"It's alright," I said. "It was 10 years ago."
"That still doesn't stop it from hurting," she said.
"Would you like something to eat?" I asked.
"Yes, thank you," Roze said.
"No problem," I said and went into the kitchen. I made her some food and set it on the table, where she was waiting.
After she finished, she got up, hugged me, and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," I said. "I have to make a call." I went outside and called my tech analyst.
"Yes," he said when he picked up.
"I need you to search for death records from 12 to 13 years ago," I said. "Count out females and anyone under 16 years old."
"Got it," he said. "I'll get back to you as soon as I have something."