basement. Just the other night was the thirteenth, the night I had found them. For all I know, Randy had either been there to see if I was getting too close, or to lock me up in that basement as well. The mere thought made me want to puke. I was a hair's breadth from potentially dying.
With shaking hands, I gave Mabel back her phone and we continued our walk. My knees were shaking so badly, I feared I might just collapse. I knew who the culprit was, I could have been his next victim if I hadn’t hidden when I was told. My breathing became shallow when I remembered how he abused that woman. Her screams as he beat her and the others frightened whimpers, their tears as they feared they were next.
“Lena, are you alright Love?” Mabel voiced. “You look as pale as a sheet.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just that, this town seemed so safe when I first moved here. The thought that there are people being kidnapped just scared me a little.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean to scare you love, I’m sorry.”
“No, no, don’t apologize, I’m fine. This is important information, it means I’ll be more careful in the future. In any case, yesterday was the thirteenth. Following the pattern, do you think someone else may have been kidnapped the other night?”
“No one knows, most police stations wait twenty-four hours before considering someone a missing person. Let’s just hope that’s not the case and everything’s alright.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” I smiled, it seemed fake seeing how I knew the truth. Telling Mabel would have just put her in danger, so I kept my mouth shut.