Half way up the steps to my house my phone vibrated in my cardigan pocket. It was a text from Noah.
Noah! – Hey! It was gr8 talking to you today I wanna catch up sometime. It read.
I quickly typed a reply
“Sure time and place and im down~!” I replied and shoved it back into my pocket.
Upon entering my house it felt different. It felt silent. I didn’t hear my mother bustling in the kitchen. I couldn’t hear the washer going or the television.
“Mum??” I called out. No answer. I looked around only to find things somewhat out of place. Upturned even…the door to the basement was left ajar. I wasn’t sure exactly what to do. I opened the door a bit more and slowly went down. At the bottom of the steps I could see that it was pitch black. I watched enough horror movies to know that my best bet was to go back upstairs.
I turned on my heel and skidded across the hallway. Stupid boots. I went right through the door I just came from. By now I was shaking. I reached for my phone as I bounded up the street. I dialed Noah’s number and he picked up after a few rings.
“Abbs what is it im kinda busy” he said.
“N-noah there’s someone in my house, I was scared I left I don’t know where my mom is I don’t know what h-happened I’m just really fucking freaked. Please come get me I don’t mean to be a bo-“
“No no it’s fine where are you I’ll be there” he said.
“I’m right down the street from my house by the wall we use to sit on” I mumbled.
“Okay Abbs I’ll be right there, don’t move please” he said and the line went dead.
By now it was getting dark and I was almost hysterical. My hands were shaking and I heard something behind me. I tuned around only to see Noah coming towards me, a concerned look on his face.
Without saying a word he picked me up bridal style and just cradled me in my arms like he use to when we were kids. I felt better almost instantaneous.
“shhhh” he cooed into my ear. He set me back down and held my face in his hands planting a kiss on my forehead. Once I was finally calm and told him everything that happened our main concern was where the hell my mum is.
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Mystery / ThrillerHer name is Abigail. call her Abi. She wasn't very friendly, but things made her that way. She wasn't very Skilled, some may say. Abi wasn't your normal NYC girl.
