Missing Darcy

"Darcy was the one thing that had kept Stella and I together, and now she had turned into the thing that was tearing us apart..."

Harry and Stella's once-strong relationship was completely erased. Harry unaware, Stella found out she was carrying Harry's baby. Determined to get Stella back, Harry stuck by her side nonstop after Darcy was born. Upon taking care of her, they learned things about each other and were brought closer than ever before. Darcy was their miracle.

Until she went missing.


11. Into the Cabin

I had found myself here. Out of all places, I had found myself in the cabin. The same cabin where two girls were found at the hands of a kidnapper. 

I hadn't slept in days because of a recurring dream. The car accident would happen over and over, but each time three little girls would be trapped in the backseat. I never stayed asleep long enough to find out who I carried out of the car with me.

I kicked the old wooden plank door open and it hit the wall behind it. Never before had I heard such silence. Not even the light from the moon made its way into the largely one-room empty cabin. Evidence of caution tape were stuck on windows and the floor. 

I dropped to my knees. A little girl died here. Her last image was darkness. Her last breath was living in this room. Maybe I had just inhaled it-me, a complete stranger. Not her family and friends and everyone who loved her and had known her for years, but me. 

Swap out the words "little girl" and put in "Darcy". What a game changer. 

I lifted my head to the fireplace directly at the head of the room. How could I even see the fireplace in such darkness? Then I realized. Deep in the fireplace, there wasn't darkness. There was a glowing ember. 

My breath quickened. A fire had just been lit there. A psycho murderer had just been in this room. Or still in this room.

That's when I heard the click of a gun. 

I have a family.

I have a girlfriend who both hates me and desperately loves me.

I have four brothers who have been through it all with me.

And I have a daughter who's proof of love itself. 

"Don't move." A man's voice said. I felt the cold barrel of a gun dig into the back of my head. I bit my lip until it bled. 

The man pressed another gun into my own hand. Either I was going to shoot myself or he was going to do it for me. 




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