Chapter 43

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*flashback II*
The caller I.D. said it's Emily.

"Hey little sis," I answered. I heard a male voice that I didn't recognize.

"Are you Alex Stone?" he asked. I heard speaking in the background.

"Yes," I said, unsure of what was happening.

"There's been an accident regarding your family," he told me. I froze. My family. Coming to see me.

"Where?" I asked hoarsely. I sprinted down the hallway and down the stairs of the apartment building, and I burst into the parking garage. I didn't care I was soaked; I didn't care I was freezing. I just cared about getting to my family. I got into my car and raced down the highway, confused and angry. I found the sight of the accident. I parked my car a little ways away, and saw the flashing sirens and the police cars. And the fire trucks. And the eighteen wheeler. I immediately called Mrs. Gronkowski.

"Hi Alex!" she answered cheerfully.

"Mrs. G," I sobbed. "There's been an and dad and Em...I don't know what happened."

"I'll send Rob over," she said frantically. I hung up and ran across the wet pavement to find my family. Tears were frantically flowing down my face. I ran to an officer who blocked me from going any farther.

"I'm sorry," he said. "You can't go any further."

"But that's my little sister!" I screamed angrily. "And my parents!"

I slipped under his arm. The ground was slick with something that I hoped wasn't blood. I saw the body bags, and the realization hit me like a brick. Body bags. Someone was dead. I ran to where I saw the most people. I saw someone being put into a body bag. I saw her big brown doe eyes and her dirty blonde hair. I saw blood. I let out a sob as I realized my little sister was dead. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. My lips were dry and I couldn't speak. I stood there gaping at the bag. A firefighter came up to me.

"Are you Alex?" he asked. He was the man I talked to on the phone.

"Yes," barely escaped my lips. The firefighter looked at me sorrowfully.

"I hate to be the one to inform you of this, but they're all dead. All four of them," he said.

"F-Four?" I asked. He nodded.

"Cristina Stone, Daniel Stone, Emily Stone, and Christian Volmer."

I broke into another chorus of sobs. I watched as my own parents were put into body bags. I watched as Christian, Emily's boyfriend, was put into a body bag. I sat down on the curbside and started sobbing. They were all dead.

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