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“Good Taylor. Now, Pick up the shovel.” He said and slammed a shovel on the ground.
I picked it up, staring at the gun.
“Okay now, Start diggin’.” He said and pointed to a spot that looked like something was already buried there.
“What am I looking for?” I asked still shaking.
“Nothing, your diggin’ your grave.” He smiled evilly again.
“M-my grave?” I said weakly and my knees started to shake.
“Well, it’s only your grave if you choose not to tell me where it is.”
“Where what is?!” I shouted.
“Keep your voice down.” Bob warned me again, “You know what I’m talking about, don’t act stupid like those other kids.” Then he stopped and he looked like he said more than he was planning to.
“Other kids?” I asked.
“Shut up and dig!” Bob shouted and pointed the gun at me.
I started to dig.
After what seemed like hours passed and still I had no clue what he was talking about.
“You know you can stop digging when ever you tell me where you hid it.”
“Well then I guess I won’t, because I have no clue what you’re talking about.” I snapped at him.
“You better what your mouth kid, if you know what’s good for ya!” Bob said and looked around. He swore.
“What?” I asked irritated.
“It’s the cops! Get in the car!”
“But what about digging?”
“Just get in the car, before I shoot you!”
I dropped the shovel and climbed in the car.
“Good girl.” He said and slammed on the gas petal.
“Again, I’m not a dog!” I said then saw the gun in his lap.
“So I’ve noticed.” He said and chuckled.
“Why are we running from the police? That is just stupid!” I said.
“Kid, if you did all the crimes I did, you’d be runnin’ too.”
“What kind of crimes?” My voice shook.
“To many to explain.” Bob chuckled again.
“What were you planning to do with me?”
“Well, I will let you go, If you tell me where you hid it,” He glared at me, “But if you don’t I’m planning to-“ He slammed on the brakes. “Red light.” He said.
Great! I don’t even know what IT is! I thought. Oh Trever! Come save me.
About 3 hours later the car was parked in a small garage. It was dusty and smelled like dead fish! Yuck!
“Welcome to my home.” He said and gave me another fake smile.
“Are you gonna kill me?” I said pitifully, already knowing the answer.
“What makes you think that?” Bob said in a nicer tone.
“Wha?” I was so confused now, Bob was nice and he didn’t want to kill me now.
“My wife would be glad to meet you!” He said and put the gun back in the glove compartment.
Oh! I see he’s one of those guys who are all nice and sweet to their wives, but then go out and murder kids my age. Great! I thought sarcastically.
“C’mon now, don’t be shy.” Bob said and opened the door to the house.
I got out of the car and slowly climbed the stairs.
I walked in his house.
It was huge!
There was three levels to this thing, it was clean and tidy.
“Whoa!” I said amazed.
“Honey, I’m home!”
The way Bob said it made me feel like I was on I Love Lucy shows.
“Bob, there you are!” She said and gave him a hug.
She looked at me and her face turned pale.
“Oh Bob, not again!” She said and walked toward me.
“Sorry, but this time I know I have the right girl! She’s the one!”
His wife turned away from me.
“Bob, you said that last time. She’s the one I just know it,” She paused, “I’m sick of hearin’ that! You bring home innocent kids and kill them just so you can get your hands on that stupid money!” She sounded irritated now.
“I know! But this time-“
“Bob, I won’t let you kill this child.” She said.
After that nothing else was said.
Finally 10 minutes later, His wife took me up stairs and cleaned my face up.
“I’m so sorry he did this to ya.” She said quietly.
“It’s my fault, if I hadn’t fallen down that hill!” I said and tears rolled down my face.
“Oh, oh, oh!” She said and hugged me,
“It’s not your fault, sweetheart.”
It was kind of awkward, talking to a total stranger, having her hug you and calling a thirteen-year-old Sweetheart.
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