At the end of the summer holidays, when we were all asleep in bed. Someone came into our house and kidnapped Harry. It was only the next morning that we realised. Mum was in pieces as I tried to distract the girls. Michelle came round and called the police.
When they arrived mum and I were both questioned. They took finger prints from Harry's room. I stood at the doorway while they did.
"His blankets not here" I said to them in panic as they took pictures of his bed.
"His favourite blanket isn't here" I said. One of the female police officers calmed me down.
"What did his blanket look like?" She said.
"It was red and blue and it had cars on it. He didn't go anywhere without it"
Later on in the day, the news had circulated around the street. Mum was feeling rubbish and hadn't let Elsa and Bella out of her sight. They had found his blood outside on the road. There was nothing though apart from that. No cctv, no cameras, no witnesses, no nothing.
A few weeks later, the police knocked on the door and told mum that it was quite likely that Harry was dead. But they continued their investigation only to find nothing.
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My life-coronation street fan fiction
FanfictionIsla Connor, is the daughter of Carla and the late Paul Connor. But see what happens when her life is turned upside down by all the men in her Mum's life!!
