Drawn to the Flames

Reads: 353  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 1

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 3 (v.1)

Submitted: December 02, 2010

Reads: 53

A A A | A A A

Submitted: December 02, 2010



"It's a matter of life and death," her worried voice says on the phone. Talking to Adam's mother is NOT easy. She want me to tell her where he is and if I tell her, my life is on the line. Not wanting her to know, Adam told me if they ever found out he would cut me. I took him seriously. How she even found out about us, I don't think I'll ever know.
"Don't worry Mrs. Sullivan, I'm sure he's fine. Honestly I haven't seen him since yesterday."
"Well go check on him!" She yells through the tiny speaker.
"Yes ma'am," I say.
At the large cabin, I knock on the door. When he sees me, a huge smile spreads across his face.
"Hey," he says, still smiling.
"I need to talk to you," I tell him.
"Okay, what about?" He asks me, his charming smile turning into worry.
"Your mom."
He just looks at me, his eyes filled with threatening strokes of grey.
"Don't look so worried, she doesn't know where you are." I tell him kindly. A look of relief flushes over him.
"She wants me to tell her where you are, though. I don't know how she possibly could have found out..."
He doesn't say a word, just staring at me with hurt eyes.
"I really think you should stop hiding. Just go home. Your parents need you."
"I can't go back," he says, smiling wryly.
"Just think about it. I gotta go," I say.

Yesterday, there was a search party going on near the cabin. I can't force him to do anything and he just won't listen to me when I tell him that his parents actually do care. He's just too stubborn.
"At least call them so they know you're alright," I told him one day. He wouldn't even do that. It's like he wants to disappear altogether.
"You just don't get it do you? They need you and you need them too. You're full of confusion and there's only one way out. Go home," I told him.
"I know you think I'm confused but trust me, I know what I need better than you ever could," he said. I just looked at him.
"I have to go. I'll see you later," I said. I can tell he's lonely and lost but he can't accept that.
Later that night, there was a loud knock on the door. I was all alone, my mom and Stephanie were at the carnival downtown so I went down and opened the door. Adam was standing there. He looked horrified and was soaking wet. There was a helpless expression on his face and started to cry.
"What happened? Are you okay?" I ask, worry filling up my voice.
"Can I come in?" He asks, his voice shaky and scared. Feeling sympathy overwhelm me, I open the door wider.
"Is everything okay?" I ask.
"No.." He says, "Can I stay here?"
"Yeah, sure, but what's wrong?" I ask, still worried.
"I don't want to talk about it..."
We sat on the couch with an awkward silence until my mom and Stephanie walked through the door.
"Zoey, come take Stephanie to bed." She says.
I walk out of the living room and take Stephanie from my mom's arms. After putting her to bed, I walk into the kitchen where my mom was.
"Mom, I need to tell you something," I say, unsure of how she would react.
"Me too," she says.
"Okay, you first," I tell her.
"Alright," she says smiling, " your father is coming home."
"What? Really?" I ask, trying not to get my hopes too high. Last time he said that, he left again the next day.
"Yes. And he's really staying this time," she says excitedly. I still can't believe it's true.
"That's awesome," I say smiling.
"Mhm, so what did you want to tell me?" She asks.
"Well... You know about Adam Sullivan, right?" I ask.
"You mean that poor boy that disappeared a few weeks ago? It's all in the papers." She says.
"Yeah, well, he he's here and I said he could stay," I say. She just stares at me, her mouth dropped open. After about a minute she finally says, "Alrighty then."
I turn around and walk to the cabinets to get some blankets and a pillow. I walk in the living room and he's looking at a picture.
"Who's that? She's gorgeous," I say. He smiles.
"This is my mom," he says.
"Oh.. Well here are some blankets and stuff and if you need me, I'm upstairs. Second door on the left," I say. I hand him the blankets and turn around.
"Thank you," he says, "for everything."
"No problem," I say turning around. The look in his eyes was so warm and welcoming. I walk up to my room and pull out my sketch pad, trying to focus on drawing the beach to the left of the graveyard.

© Copyright 2017 guererro99. All rights reserved.


Add Your Comments:

More Mystery and Crime Books

Booksie 2017-2018 Short Story Contest

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by guererro99


Poem / Other


Poem / Poetry


Poem / Poetry

Popular Tags