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Darcy Jackson is a 15 year old child living with her Grandma over the summer. When her best friend Rebecca tricks her into going to London she tries finding any way to get back home. No matter the price is. Even if she has to kill her father. ( This is part one of this story.)


7. Chapter seven

Darcy's P.OV


The lady pushed me then put me in a tight headlock. I started to find it extremely hard to breath.

" You don't know why we came?You don't know why we came?You don't know why we came?" She repeated in a mad and scary voice. I used as much energy I had left and shook my head. I started to choke when I breathed in hard but no air would go in my lungs. I felt the numbest in my toes slowly start to rise up to my knees.

"Let go." I say when I knew I couldn't take it anymore. The police lady lets go and I feel the air just right their waiting for me to take some. I take a deep breath in and out. It was amazing to be able to breath again.

"Now speak women! Or should I say  child!" The lady orders with her stern black eyes.

I chocked on what she said. The last thing on my mind was that she would find out I was a child. I started to cry. Not because she found out I was a kid. It's because I didn't know why she was there. When I was crying she didn't speak at all. After a while I notice a FBI agent whisper something in her ear and then she tells everyone to leave. After that everyone is gone. I turn around so that I could start talking to Rebecca about what happened but she wasn't there. I felt like braking apart.

How did they just take her without me noticing? I mean she did nothing wrong at all. ( Nothing wrong to them.) Just why did they have to take Rebecca out of all people. I know I was mad at her but she's my friend and I'll do anything for her.

"Are they gone?" I hear a familiar voice call out. I quickly smiled answering," Yes." I see her coming out of the bed she was under with her red hair in a tangled mess.

"Why where they here?" Rebecca asks with tears flowing down her cheek. "I don't know honey. I don't know." I replied to her when she sat in front of where I was sitting while I brushed her hair. I don't know what was happening in our relationship but I felt sparks. Not in a romantic way but a friendly way.

"Mom...." I hear Rebecca mumble before falling asleep in my lap. That was the feeling I was feeling. I felt like a mom. A few minutes passed and my legs started to feel numb while Rebecca was sleeping on it so I carefully got up with out waking her up and then my phone started ringing.  I quickly ran to the drawer, got my phone out, saw I didn't recognize the number, than answered it.

"Hello? May I know who's speaking?" I asked in a polite voice.

" I don't know who you are. But I will find you and I will kill you." Said a girl in a scary voice. It gave me the chills and then I recognize the voice. It was the police women from not that long ago.

"But."  I began but before I could continue she hung up the phone. I felt scared, sad and angry but this time I let my anger get the best of me. I grabbed the closest pillow on the bed and walked up to sleeping Rebecca then covered her face with it. For a few seconds she didn't react to it, maybe because she was still asleep but later she started to kick and fight back. I couldn't see her eyes but I knew she was terrified. I kept the pillow on her face until she stopped reacting to it. I felt the pain struck me from the kicking and punching she gave me.

I slowly move the pillow away from her face terrified of what I would see.

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