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“I’m sorry for this.” He said. “It is all payback for what your mother has done to me. She never loved me and I knew the only way to get back at her was take the most precious thing away from her. You. You see…I had led her onto this for as long as you where born. I guessed she never understood. See all of those dolls over there? Those are yours. I took them from your crib when you were little and then as you got older I took them from the play box. It was a sign of how someday I would take you, and after this is all over with I will give them back to her so she can see how she really hurt me, how she broke my heart.” Ginger understood what her dad was getting at but she didn’t know what her mother could have done to drive him to this. Ginger began to scream as he took a knife out of his pocket. “Scream all you want my dear, sweet child. It will not help. These walls are sound proof. My friend that you met earlier made sure that they were this way because he knew that he would help me with all of this. He is quite a nice fellow. Don’t you agree?” He spoke with such an evil tone, She knew what was coming next, but she still didn’t know what her mother could have done to make him this angry.

          Ginger trembled and tried to speak through the tears. “What did mom do?”

          “Oh my dear, sweet daughter,” he ran his fingers through her hair and she was disgusted. “you will find out when you go to heaven.” At the moment she knew that she had taken her last breath. He grabbed her, held her up and the knife kept getting closer and closer. Then it happened.

          She woke up. She woke up from the horrible nightmare she had had. She was sweating and crying. Her pillow soaked from all the tears. She went into her mother’s room and told her everything. Every detail from the breaths she took to the drops of sweat on her forehead. She went downstairs with her mother because neither of them could now sleep. She thought about her father who had passed away several years ago from a car accident. She sat with her mother at the kitchen table and took out milk, a bowl, and some cereal. She turned the TV on to the morning news. It was seven AM. She began to eat with her mother at her side. The news was normal. Just the daily weather report. Then came breaking news.

          The lady on the TV said, “Breaking news. At six twenty-seven AM there was a reported kidnapping. A teenage female about the age of sixteen with light brown wavy hair was found missing when her mother came home from work this morning. She had a collection of dolls on her shelf in her bedroom and those are now missing as well. It is thought that he father is insane and mad at his wife and accused her of cheating with another man. He could perhaps have this teenager. Her name is Lilly and if you have any information on where she might be or what has happened please call us at 1-800-7354. Thanks.” Then the news went to a commercial. Ginger and her mother looked at each other in shock. Ginger and her mother were thinking the same exact thing. Her mother ran and got the phone and dialed the number and handed it to Ginger.

          It rang and then a lady answered, “Hello?”

          Ginger said. “I think I can help you find Lilly.”

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“Umm…no. Why do you ask?”

          “Oh I was just wondering because I was next door and I thought I herd screaming.”

          “What were you doing next door? You meet a new friend over there?”

          “Umm…yea sorta like that. I guess you could call him my friend.” Ginger shuttered at the thought of the man. “Mom?” her mother looked up from her book. She had her reading glasses on her nose and she looked like an old grandma. She couldn’t help but chuckle. “Why did you and dad ever get divorced?”

          “Oh honey. That was a long time ago. It’s not that important.”

          “Oh come on mom, I would really like to know!”

          “Here I will give you this to look at but I really don’t have the energy to explain it right now.” She took a book out from under the side table and handed it to Ginger. It was black, dusty, and looked like it hadn’t been looked at in ages. “I am exhausted. G’night honey. Love you.” She took off her glasses and sat them on top of the side table that the book had been sitting under. Ginger gave her a smile but was too eager to look at the book to say anything back to her mother in response.” She took the seat her mother had been in and then took a deep breath. She lifted the front cover and then her eyes got huge. She sat there frozen for a minute. As still as can be. Then she started flipping through the pages. Over and over again her eyes looked back and forth reading every word that was on them.

          “How? How could he?” She said this out loud while beginning to cry. Tears now came streaming down her face. She closed the book and sat back. She threw the book at the wall in disgust. “How?” She could barely get the words out just sobbing at the idea of it. She then cried herself to sleep.

She woke up early the next morning at six twenty-seven AM. She was relieved to find herself at home and not in that horrid place that she had been in yesterday morning. It was still dark outside and she looked out the widow. She checked the driveway and found her mother’s car gone. She must have already left for work. Ginger had time to kill while it was still dark out, so she sat in the chair where she had cried herself to sleep the night before. She turned on the TV and just sat there. She was gazing around the room when she spotted the book. The book that had put her in disgust. The book that had changed her whole view of her father. She stopped rocking in the chair and remembered what she had looked at last night. She was thinking of ideas of how all of this could be a misunderstanding and how everything could be a huge mistake. Then she herd someone come through the kitchen door. She thought it was her mother. She figured her mother had the night shift down at the hospital helping out with someone that was very ill or something like that. She called over. “Hey mom how was work?” No one answered. Again another noise came louder then the one before. “Hello? Mom?” She began to become panicked thinking it was the man that had already kidnapped her. She didn’t know it was “him” until she woke up in that same strange but familiar room. It was her father.

          “How?” she said as she woke up crying again. “How?” her voice got a little higher pitched as she said it this time.

He spoke in a voice that sounded at smooth as silk. “You are here because of what you father has done. The thing that he never told you about so many years ago.” She had just started to calm down until she heard this. What in the world could her father, her own blood, have done to her so that she is now in this terrifying position. As soon as these words were spoken a light came on in the dark room. The man looked confused. It seemed like this wasn’t suppose to happen. Ginger was getting more curious but still afraid to talk. That one faulty word might send this man over the edge and her life might be taken. “Please stand up.” She looked at him in confusion. Why did he want her to stand up? Where would they be going? Why is he doing this? But because Ginger didn’t want to decide her own fate, so she stood up and decided to do as the man asked. “Now please take this phone and call your father’s cell phone.” She took the phone unwillingly and started the dial the number. She messed up the number a couple of times because her hands were shaking and she couldn’t hold them still for a bit of a second. She finally got the number right and then pushed the send button. As it rang the man told her what to say. “First, great him like there is nothing wrong. Next, ask him what he did on January 21, 1987.” She did as the man had told her.

“Hello. This is Andrew.”

“Dad? Hi, it’s Ginger.”

“Hi Ginger.” said her father with an uneasy tone.

“Umm….Dad I was wondering...what did you do on January 21 of 1987?” The other end of the line went silent. Ginger waited and waited for him to answer. Nothing. “Dad? Hello?”

          Finally he spoke. “Hey Ging, can I call you back?”

          “Sure” Then the phone call ended. The man was sitting there the whole time listening to the conversation.

          He spoke, “Well that went better then I expected it to.” She sat there in confusion and didn’t know what to think at all. He spoke again, “Okay. Here is the deal, you may go back to your mother for now, but you must not tell her about any of this. I have my ways of knowing if you do tell or if you don’t. If she asks where you were, tell her you were out with friends. Okay?”

          It took Ginger a while to respond and she thought about what he had said. “Okay” she said. Then he untied her and let her walk out the door. She walked slowly down the sidewalk to the next house where she found her mother sitting there reading a book with some soft music playing in the background.

          “Hi Ging.” Her mother spoke quietly while clearing her throat and still looking down at her book. “You do anything fun today.”

          As soon as her mother spoke, she knew she had to somehow work in the idea of what had happened to her minutes earlier. “Nothing much mom. Hey…did you happen to hear anything unusual today?”

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