Lost in the Past

Isabella is a crazy 20 year old who follows her own rules. Everything changed when her friend, Amber, gets kidnapped. Isabella decides to take matters into her own hands and track them down. When she finally gets to the kidnappers, things take an unexpected twist. Now she is being hunted by the cops while she is searching for her friend. Can Isabella get Amber back? Can she figure out why they targeted Amber? When the truth slips out, is the reason why Amber was taken for something she did or something Isabella did. The truth lies in the past...


13. Making a Break for it

Police came and flooded the road by the forest. I grasped Amber's hand and darted in the direction fare at from the cops. The mens' confusion turned to anger with they probably came to the conclusion I set them up. Amber lost her heels about 10 yards back so she was running barefoot from now on. I glanced in the direction we came from and I could faintly see police men running with dogs barking. I smirked to myself because they don't have anything of our to give the dogs to get our scent and the forest has so many different scents anyway. I accelerated as I figured this out, but Amber was slowing down. I yanked on her hand hard. This was to important to let her slack off even if she was hurt. I gradually got pretty tired. We started to make it just to the end of the forest.

Just like I planned wee landed right in the backyard of my old house when I was 18 and under. I had the money in the peeling side of my old bedroom wall. I made Amber hide in the shed in the backyard. I crept across the lawn to the brick wall of the one story house.

My parents still lived here. I slowly shuffled to the right I had to pass the living room window before I made it to my room. I peeked in the window of the living room and saw my dad in his favorite reclining chair and my mom laying across the chair. My eyes teared up a little, but I sniffed them in. I felt like I betrayed them by doing all of these crazy things. I hung my shoulders low then crawled under the window.

Finally I made to my old bedroom window. I opened the hatches quietly and stepped in. I froze. Everything was actually the same. My old bed, desk, bookshelf, and all other items. I pushed those thoughts out of my head and slides my bookshelf to the left. I pulled the peeling pink wallpaper up over the hole in my wall and reached my hand in to grab the money. Nothing was there.
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