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"Hello?" I pick up my phone as I set my guitar on my desk.
"Brianna! You gotta help me!" A familiar voice says through the speaker.
"Ryan? Is that you?" I gape.
"You've gotta get me out of here."
"Whoa, calm down. Where are you?"
"A hospital called Summerholt. Look, please, you gotta get me out of here. Please."
"Get in there! Give me the phone, Ryan!" A deep voice shouts in the background.
"Brianna, they're experimenting on me! Brianna! Brianna!" Ryan yells.
"What?" I shoot up from my seat.
"Let go! Let go!"
"Lay him down!" The deep voice orders.
"Ryan!" I shout.
"I'll stop! I'll stop! Don't put that in me! Stop! No, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Ryan cries.
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"Ryan's aunt's phone has been disconnected and the operator in Edge City said there's no new listing. It's like she just disappeared." Martha inquires as I bounce my leg under the table.
"That doesn't make any sense. What about this Summerholt place?" Jonathan questions.
"I checked. There's no hospital by that name in Edge City." I tighten my jaw.
"When's the last time you heard from Ryan, Clark?"
"He sent me an email a few weeks ago. He was getting ready for school. He seemed real psyched." Clark speaks up.
"I'm calling the Edge City police." Jonathan gets up and I keep my hard gaze forward. "Maybe somebody's filed a missing persons report."
"Brianna?" Martha says and my eyes vigorously dart back and forth.
"Dad! Oh, God, oh, God! Dad! Call an ambulance! Someone call an ambulance! No! Dad! Stay with me! Stay with me! Don't leave me! Dad!"
"Brianna." Her hand on my shoulder snaps me out of it.
"Don't call the police." I get up and head out of the house before taking out my gun from behind my sweatpants.
"Brianna!" Clark calls out and I check the ammo before shoving the clip back in. "Brianna! Brianna! Hey, stop! Brianna!" He grabs my shoulder and I shove him back in rage.
