A group of friends trying to find one of their own. A friend of there's goes missing, join them in the adventure of trying to find her before it becomes too late. Will they find their missing friend and what will they uncover along the way. Romance, Crime and a chill through there spines. (Don't judge by this, I'm really bad at them - sorry).


4. Gone

The next day we were awoken by sirens and lots of them. We all looked out of the window to see what the commotion was and found all the police cars were surrounding Andrea’s house. There were three police cars and an ambulance at the scene and we saw Andrea’s dad being brought out of the house on a gurney. There was a crowd gathering and we all shot out of the house as fast as we could, all thinking the worse with so many questions going around in our heads but one that was coming through the most was ‘Is Andrea ok?’

We ran through the crowd not caring that we were pushing and shoving. We were about to get to Mr Krouse when we were stopped by police men who were pushing us back literally. Chloe started screaming “Where is Andrea?” desperate to find out what was going on and to find out about out friend. The police men ignored us and that just made us even angrier. Erin stayed quiet probably in chock from all the commotion, this wasn’t exactly normal for somewhere like this. Ingrid tried then “Hey! Where is our friend?!” “Where is Andrea” “What’s going on?” she asked when they still didn’t reply I was about to punch them when I heard a voice speak up. “Let them through” Mr Krouse shouted loud enough for them to hear even though his voice kept breaking.

We bent under the tape which had been put around the house indicating a crime and ran to his side. He had a gash wound to the head and you could see blood on his shirt, he looked awful. “Mr Krouse, where’s Andrea and are you alright” I asked as Chloe, Erin and Ingrid still looked at him with a horrified look on their face at his appearance. “I’m fine physically girls really” he said as he caught their looks and turned to face me with a new set of tears in his eyes, usually Mr Hallyway was great at hiding his feelings from everyone and to see him crying like this never happened. Something terrible must have happened here, and that’s when it hit me. He had said he was fine physically not emotionally…so what the hell did that mean.

I swallowed the lump in my throat which seemed to have a plan to be stubborn and stay there, “Mr Krouse” I started, he looked up at me again and I already saw it in his eyes, the answer to my next questions “Is Andrea okay?” I asked leaning on the door for support. He shook his head and that’s when Chloe and Erin started crying and I mean crying a lot, Chloe was coughing so much I thought she was going to puke. Ingrid gripped onto Chloe trying to keep her upright and I helped after a few seconds of staring at him. “Where is she?” Ingrid asked cautiously, “I don’t know” Mr Krouse said getting choked up again, “Two men came into the house with knives, I got shoved into a table and the glass stuck in me and then when they grabbed her I started fighting and then got hit in the back of the head by the other. I blacked out, the next thing I know I hear sirens and I’m woken up by them”. I think that was the first time it hit me and Ingrid, we may never see Andrea again. She was going to be terrified and what the worst thing was is that she had no-one, she was all alone.

Chloe fell to her knees when mine and Ingrid’s grip loosened from under her arms and on her shoulders which was the only support she had. We couldn’t help what happened next, the waterfall started and we all sat on the floor clinging to one another like we were the others lifeline. We cried together, mumbling to each other words that would try and comfort one another but we all knew that it wasn’t going to be okay. That there was no way of knowing if Andrea was going to be okay or if she was even still alive. What did they want from her and why?


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