Kidnapped

Chapter 34

"Aww, baby, you look beautiful..." Mom says, tears forming in her eyes.

I stare down at the skinny white wedding dress that Mom had passed down to me.

"I look horrible..."

"Don't say that, you look beautiful," Mom beams, walking behind me and running her fingers through my wavy hair.

"Where's Dad?"

"I already told you, he's with Zeke and Derek back at his house, they can't see you yet!"

"Why not?"

"It's bad luck!"

"Haven't we had enough bad luck already?"

Mom's eyes glance down at the floor and she mindlessly starts fixing my - her's to be exact - dress. Zeke runs inside holding a box of shoes, his eyes having dark marks around them from the loss of sleep he's had.

"Zeke! You can't be in her-"

"Mom, he's my brother," I sigh, walking to him in my bare feet.

Zeke looks up at me, his eyes turning wide. "You look so beautiful..."

Emberessment forms in my cheeks, my face turning bright red.

"Thank you, Zeke..." I finally whisper. "Why are you in here?"

"His shoes are too small," Zeke sighs.

"We don't have size Dinosaur, Zeke," I sigh, rolling my eyes taking the box of shoes from Zeke.

"Don't we have a size 12 in the back?" I look back at Mom, who sighed, nodding.

"I'll get them," She took the box from me and walks in the other room.

I look down at Zeke. "How does Derek look?"

"I guess like, smoking hot, to be honest... Dad was sweating around him," Zeke smiles wide to me.

I roll my eyes, forcing myself not to smile. The long white sleeves of the wedding dress fall over my fingertips as I look back at Mom has she walks inside the room again, holding a bigger shoe box.

"I think this will work, thanks Zeke," Mom smiles and gives Zeke the shoe box. He beams a smile to me and runs out, the door slamming behind him.

I turn to look back at Mom when something in the window caught my attention. I slowly look up at the window and my heart skipped a beat.

It was Kyle.

"Kyle..." I whisper slowly, backing away from the window.

"Abigail?" I look over where my mother was, Henry now stood there. His face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot red.

"Henry... Why-Why are you here... Why is Kyle here?"

"He isn't here..." He smiles. "He isn't here..."

I back away from Henry, my lip trembling in fear. I bump into something behind me. I look up and Kyle was there behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and I scream, collapsing to my knees.

"Abigail! Abigail! It's Mom! Wake up!" I blink slowly and look up at Mom with her eyes wide above me. She grabs my hand, helping me to my feet, brushing off my dress.

"W-What happened?"

"You were in another hallucination... You didn't go to therapy last week..."

"I-I know I-I just thought-"

"You have PTSD, Abigail, you can't think anything right now..."

"He-He was there..." Tears form in my eyes staring at her.