Kidnapped

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Traceys pov:

We finished dinner 2 hours ago and mom still isn't home. We've called and texted her phone non-stop, but she's not answering. I'm worried. Charles is on the phone with police, Troy's still trying her phone and I'm pounding on Frank's door and yelling for him to open it.

I hear doors opening but nobody answers. I turn and head down the stairs. I stop on the last step when I hear yelling and a hard slap. Then another voice yelling.

Its probably Frank, Trance and Marie. Poor Trance.

"We'll save you" I whisper running back to my house.

Emma's pov:

I wake up on a couch. When I start to move I feel another hand entertwined whith mine. When I look I see a small beat girl laying with her face on the side of the couch.

I quickly pull it away. The girl looks up with her tear Staines face and smiles.

"Oh my God. Trance, my baby" I say pulling her into a hug.

"Mommy, I missed you so much......But...you shouldn't be here" she says her voice getting softer after each word. Then I remember what happened.

I instinctively touch my stomach. Wanting to make sure my other baby is ok. I feel a very slight kick and smile.

Trance touches my arm pulling me back into reality. Someone starts pounding on the door making us jump.

Then the yelling starts.

"Frank open this God damned door" Tracey yells.

I try to go over to it but Trance won't let me move.

Frank walks out of a room and yells at Trance then slaps her. She fall's to the ground and dosnt move except for her chest rising.

"What the hell are you doing" I yell standing up.

When he looks a  me his eyes soften then his eyes shift to my stomach. They harden and I realize I'm protecting it with my arms.

He comes closer and whispers "Don't worry I'll get that thing out of there"

He kisses me and I push him away. "Does anybody find it funny I just quotes Twilight?" He asks laughing his way to the door.

I hear silent sobbs and look at Trance. She's still on the floor curlled in a ball. I go over and pull her into an embrace.

I hear him laughing again. I look up and see him bent over clutching his stomach.

"Asshole" I mutter as the door closes.