Fred's letter_The Art of Being Good_Hopeful Promises (P. U. pt. 2)_Ransom
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Fred's letter
"... then Suzie comes in, starts screaming at him and tells him to pack his bags! Can you believe it!? He told me himself, from man to man.""Holy moly! This is like... wow!""Yeah, right! This just happened!""Oh, my God!""I know!" is his instinctive response. "Loren, you should call your sister. Loren ... call your sister. Now."She picks up her phone nervously and types in her sister's number. Riing...Riing..."Hey, Suzie! Your big sis' here. How are you? Have you got a minute?... aha ... aha ... oh, really? ... aha ... no way! ... aha ... did he? ... and what did she say? ... oh, I see ... ok, ...
The Art of Being Good
Ur out of ur damn mind!! Im not going!! She was crazy if she thought I wanted anything to do with her. I quickly added a Stop asking me for good measure. I flipped my phone over so I couldn’t see the screen. A few seconds later I heard it buzz, vibrating against my desk. I got up and practically ran out of the room. I knew that eventually I would give in and look at the message. I heard another buzz. And then another. Turns out I couldn’t resist for as long as I thought I could and came storming back to my phone. On the screen, I saw a string of short messages. please, em. Can we just talk? Ta...
Hopeful Promises (P. U. pt. 2)
Author’s Note: This is part two of Nadia and Elias’s story, from my story “Please Understand.” It would probably make sense if you read part one first, which is pretty short. I’m not sure if this counts as a trigger warning, but it does involve kidnapping as a major part of the plot. Thank you for being here on a story I wrote, I hope you enjoy it. Have an amazing day!
Ransom
"911, what's your emergency," an operator spoke through the phone."I need help! My parents were kidnapped," I screamed, as I ran through the front door."Can you tell us about your location?" they answered. "We will send someone over as soon as possible.""Yes, please. My house is located on Carnaby Street, and the building number is 544," I quickly answered. I could barely keep the phone up because my hands were trembling so vigorously. "Some people in black masks broke in through my parent's window and kidnapped them. They just escaped now in a white van.""I will let the officers know that. Th...