A Short Story : A Story?

“I want her to be safe.” Nick whispered. It wasn’t a lie, but Nick just had a horrible way of going at it. “She’s my friend.”

It was a cold and foggy wednesday morning on june 10th. Hunter was sleeping on his bed when he heard his mom call him.

“Anna, after you take me home, where do you go?” I asked her pushing further, hoping she wouldn’t clam up. “Where do you go to wait out what might happen to you?”

“Well you had this look of depression the whole time we were walking. Just a moment ago you let out a sigh. Is there anything you need to tell us? You know that me, Will, and Anna all care about you.”

It was a clear tranquil London evening, warmer than you would expect in mid fall. At this late hour these streets were completely vacant, with only the street lamps and occasional shop window illuminating the road. The only sound was the pounding of sneakers frantically hitting the pavement. With every step the noise grew louder, bringing the woman closer to the street and,she prayed, safety.

What do you mean they're here?" She asked frantically, walking forward. "God, the kids!" She started to sprint, but Jackson grabbed her arm.

“Where will I go when you aren’t here?” Sarah said, her voice breaking a little.

“Hey, we are going to find him. Shay will be back soon and he will be able to find him, I promise.” Bender smiled at me, but it looked so forced that it almost made me feel worst.

“We’re going to get there.” Lexie assured the teen before attempting to figure out what was going on. Traffic seemed to be blocked from both directions. “Most likely. Whatever happened wasn’t good.”

She was puzzled. Did they want Annabel to follow them? Where would they lead her? Would they lead her out to safety? As she pondered these questions, she thought about all that she had lost. It was right in that moment that she decided she didn’t have much left to lose. As she stood up, her head started to spin, she remembered how she smashed her head in the car crash. Her memories of the crash grew stronger and stronger and she became even more distressed about her parents. Why weren’t they here with her, what had happened to

“Leave that up to my dad,” Vinyl said. She sounded confident that we would, in fact, be in another place at the end of the day. “Trust me, Octy. We’ll be okay. You do trust me, right?”

“Will she be okay?” He mumbled to himself. Max rushed right to his phone and called the vet. He asked the vet if I would be okay. The vet replied

I scooted back to let Susanna look out and assess the situation. The truck’s walls were canvas, and I worried if we talked someone would hear us. We’d be found before we had a chance to do any good. Before I could decide whether I could safely talk to Susanna or not, she slipped out of the back of the truck. Where the hell was she going? I was alone again, left to figure things out myself. I tried to ignore the sharp

“Honey, I’ll always be there. Now rest. Also don't worry, you're not grounded, I know you're a good kid,” she said as she was going out the door, “But lie to me again,” she said turning around, “Jack Coltman, you’d better watch

I nod and continue to tell Xavier the story from the beginning, like requested. I don't omit the part about Laura, even though I can barely say her name to him. As I start to cry harder, I feel his arms wrap around me, his hold strong and gentle at the same time.