Chapter 5: Crash

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Ali sat on the window seat of her room, her arms wrapped loosely around her knees. It was after midnight, and everyone else had gone to sleep. She had changed out of her jeans and t-shirt and into some soft, warm pajama pants and matching shirt. They were both a soft purple. The pants were covered in white hearts, and the shirt had a single heart in the middle. Her long, thin hair was in a loose yet tidy braid down her back. She sat back against the soft cushion behind her, her arms still wrapped around her knees, and sighed, staring up at the stars twinkling like diamonds above her.

She heard a soft knock on the door and turned to look as Megan poked her head in. She smiled when she saw her awake. Ali turned back to the window.

Megan walked inside and closed the door quietly behind her. She walked over to Ali, turning to face her as she sat on the window seat. One leg dangled down to the floor and the other was pulled up to her chest. Her plain pale blue t-shirt and matching blue-and-white, thin-striped pajama pants went well with her blue-green eyes, making them seem even bolder in the dim light.

“How you holding up?” She asked finally.

“Fine, I guess...” Ali said. “Why are you up?”

“Couldn’t seem to get any sleep. You?”

“Same.” It was quiet for a moment.

“Am I ever going to go home?” Ali asked.

“Of course you are,” Megan assured her. “Once we take care of Ian, you can go wherever you want.”

“And how long will that take?” Ali asked, turning her head to look at Megan. Megan was silent. Ali shook her head and looked back out the window. “When my mom died, I thought that was it. I would never see my mom again, go into foster care, bounce around from crappy home to crappy home, not go to college, never see my brother again, and my life was basically over. I’d wind up out on the streets or getting shot or something. But then I went to stay with John and Lucy, and then they brought Sam in, too, and then they adopted us, and...everything was normal...” Ali looked down at the window sill, then looked up to meet Megan’s gaze. “I don’t want to lose that.”

“You’re not going to. What do you think is going to happen? John and Lucy are just going to adopt a couple of replacement kids? That’s insane! They loved you enough to adopt you, so trust me when I say the life you have with them will be right there waiting for you when you get back.”

“How do you know?”

Megan sighed. “I just know, ok?”

Ali was about to reply when they heard the screech of tires followed by the loud crash and the sound of crunching metal. The two exchanged glances and quickly went to the door, pulling it open and stepping out into the hallway. Sam, Luke, Jessica, and Peter had all woken up and were standing in their doorways.

“Did you guys hear that?” Jessica asked, her voice slightly higher pitched than normal.

“Sounded like a crash,” Luke nodded.

“It came from the road,” Sam chimed in.

“We should check it out,” Peter said, starting for the stairs. The others quickly followed him down the stairs and out the front door. They trekked down the long, winding gravel driveway until they finally came to the main road.

“Oh my God!” Jessica squealed, pointing to a car with the front end wrapped around a tree trunk. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the front was also on fire. The driver seemed to be unconscious.

Without thinking, Sam ran toward the wreckage. Luke followed close behind. When they reached the car, Sam yanked open the door, and Luke quickly undid the seatbelt. Then, together, the boys pulled the driver, a young woman, out of the car. Once she was free of the car, Sam picked her up and he and Luke sprinted away from the car. They didn’t stop as they raced away from the main road with the others close behind. Only when they reached the house did they finally slow to a stop.

Sam had just set her down on the couch in the living room when they heard a loud explosion. They all jumped, and Ali and Jessica screamed. They heard footsteps pounding down the stairs, and soon Jason, Amber, Daniel, and Henry came into view.

“What the hell was that?” Jason asked, startled.

“Best guess? That girl’s car blowing up,” Sam said, a little out of breath from running top speed carrying her.

The adults looked past them at the girl on the couch. She was still unconscious.

“Who is that?” Daniel asked.

“We have absolutely no idea. She crashed her car into a tree and it was on fire so obviously we had to get her out of there, so we brought her back here,” Luke explained. He, too, was a little winded.

Everyone turned to look at the unconscious girl. She was about twenty-two, with long golden amber hair that cascaded down past her shoulders in waves. Her round, sweet-looking face was dotted with freckles. She was very petite.

“’s just...leave her here for now...see if she wakes up in the morning...” Jason said. “Daniel, you stay with her, make sure she’s alright if she wakes up before then. Everybody try to get some sleep, ok? It’s been a long day for all of us.” With that, he went back up the stairs. The others hesitated, then followed, splitting off into their respective rooms.

Ali lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, her mind swimming with a thousand questions. It took about an hour for sleep to finally come and claim her.


Jake sat in the cold interview room. It was Sunday morning, the day after his best friend was reported missing. His stomach was doing back flips. The whole town was on edge. He shifted in the uncomfortable metal chair. He was alone. His parents were at work, and at eighteen, he didn’t need a lawyer present.

At that moment, the door to his left opened and a man walked in. His name was Detective James Carter; they had met briefly yesterday. He was in charge of the investigation. Jake watched as he took a seat across from him.

“Did you find them?” Jake asked impulsively.

The detective shook his head. It was quiet for a moment. “Are you going to tell me the truth this time?” he asked finally. Jake was caught off-guard.

“What do you mean?” He asked, confused.

“You said that as far as you knew, no one strange had approached or watched Sam. I checked your cell phone records—the carrier stores the texts you send and receive—and I was surprised when I found this,” Detective Carter tossed an open file folder onto the table. Jake leaned forward to read the paper inside.

Jake (9:52:36 PM): So who was that guy u were talkin 2 earlier?
Sam (9:53:12 PM): Nobdy. Don’t worry bout it
Jake (9:53:57 PM): u seemed pretty pissed @ him bout something
Sam (9:54:16 PM): Its nothin, rlly.
Jake (9:54:48 PM): Didnt look like nothin. I was waitin 4 some1 to start throwin punches
Sam (9:55:05 PM): lets talk about this on fb
Jake (9:55:13 PM): k

Jake sat back in his seat with a sigh, slowly raising his eyes to meet Detective Carter’s.

“So, are you going to tell me the truth? Who’s the guy you were talking about?” Carter asked.

Jake was silent for a moment, his gaze dropping to the table. Finally, he sighed. “Sam told me not to say anything,” he said, looking up from the table.

Detective Carter leaned forward, “I don’t think he’d mind, considering the circumstances.”

Jake paused. “I left school early on Friday for a dentist appointment, and I got home about ten minutes before school got out. I was watching TV when I heard yelling outside. I went to the window and saw Sam arguing with some guy. They were really going at it. I went outside, asked if he was ok. He said he was fine, so I went back inside and watched from the window. They argued for a couple seconds, and then...” Jake trailed off.

“And then...?” Detective Carter prompted.

“It was weird. One second Sam looked like he was ready to rip the guy’s head off, and the next he looked...worried. Then a couple seconds later, the guy walked off and Sam headed inside his house.”

“Could you describe the man you saw?”

Jake hesitated, trying to recall his face. Then he nodded. Five minutes later, he was sitting with a sketch artist.


Submitted: April 18, 2012

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really good story you are writing, keep going .

Wed, April 18th, 2012 12:31pm


thanks! :D

Wed, April 18th, 2012 6:14pm

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