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Perfect game, gone wrong.. [part 4]

Fiction Created on 6-29-07 Views(90) Story Rating G

Standing there in the doorway was my brother, blake, and clint.  Frozen the grabbed my arm and took off toward the stairs. we ran upstairs and outside to clints, jeep compass. and climbed in. As we were backing out we saw, some of the guys come running out the door. clint put the car in drive and sped off. it wasnt long before. Jeff's mustang, was following closely behind us. along with Evan's wrangler. We turned right at the intersection which was going away from our house.

"where are we going?"
"we cant go back to our house, we'll have to loose them." blake replied.

we sat in silence for a bit, making fast turns and dodging traffic.
and thats when i noticed we were leaving town.

"why are we leaving town?"
"well, umm...i dont know blake you tell her."

blake turned around and looked at me, and thats when i noticed something. it didnt really look like him, there was something different. i must not have noticed when we were running out of the house. i glanced in the rearview mirror at clint, and he too looked different.

"whats wrong, sab?" he asked.
"oh, umm..nothing. I'm fine."
"are you sure?"
"yeah, positive." i lied.

what was i supposed to do, tell them that they didnt look like my brother and clint. i sat there thinking for a minute and decided to ask them questions, that the real clint and blake would know.

"so, clint, what's my favorite color?"
"easy, you dont have one."

he got that right. okay, i thought.

"blake, whats my favorite animal?"
"zebra." he replied. "why are you asking us these questions?"
"just for a way to pass time, while trying not to get caught."
"Okay, ask me another one." he told me.

i thought for a second of a little bit harder question to ask.

"hmmm, whats one thing i hate the most about riley?"
"that she, umm, she is an attention whore."
"alright, clint, whats my favorite vacation place?"
"ummm, hmm, montana."

i looked out the window and thought, okay, so they are getting these right. anybody could have answered them or just guessed and got them right. i was thinking of harder questions when we got rear ended. i turned around to see it was by evan. Clint, sped up even more, and made a fast u-turn and then a quick right. i was a bit confused on where we were at.

"where are we?"
"we're in evansville." clint replied.

okay, so we were one town over from where we live, which is, vincennes.

"here's another question, clint. what's happened to me when i was five?"
"you...umm, you...hold on a sec."

he made a quick left and sped up. i sat there thinking that he should know this, i went to an amusement park with my family, and gotten separated. a man had picked me up, when i was looking around for my family. he took me on this ride where you go around, and in these tunnels. we were in a boat just us two. when we reached this one spot, he picked me up and climbed out onto the side. we quickly hid behind this statue of captain hook. i remember him tying me up and then leaving. saying hed be back in a little bit. i sat, there and began to cry. finally someone heard me and climbed out and saw me tied to the captain hook. they picked me up and took me back to a boat and climbed in. when we got out i told the head of the ride person what happened and they helped me find my parents.

"do you know or not?" i asked.
"i cant remember, sabrina. can we just stop this stupid game?"
"fine. ill ask, blake."
"blake, whats this scar from" and i pointed to the one on the right side towards the back of my neck.
"you got cut." he said, making a face to where he was meaning it more of a question.
"yeah, but why and from what?"
"i really dont care, just stop, this is stupid."

i leaned back in the seat thinking clint and blake would have known those answers and not gotten mad, over me asking questions. i was getting ready to yell stop, but was interrupted from a gun shot and a quick swerve knocking me over and hitting my head. the last thing i heard was, shes figured it out. 

to be continued....

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On June 30th 2007 nodaywithoutu Said :
nodaywithoutu wow OMG!!!!
On June 29th 2007 kinkybitch101 Said :
kinkybitch101 o.m.g.g u have to tell me when the next part is up
On June 29th 2007 smartalec1 Said :
smartalec1 OMG what happened?????????