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[Cameorntheraison]

[quote name="Pookieamdbiscuit" post="1560387" timestamp="1533306109"]NO! NO NO NO!!!!!! That's terrible! I had the suspicion Addy just had a picture of her room on her phone! Need more![/quote [quote name="midget7" post="1560528" timestamp="1533370265"]It seems like everything's going wrong D: This is a long shot but maybe Addy's disappearance and the pets' disappearances are linked somehow? Can't wait for the next chapter![/quote] * sweats more nervously*
Anyway, I have Chapter Ten, which might end at a weird spot, because I had no idea where to end it :p anyway, I really hope you enjoy!
Chapter Ten

There was no way this was possible. This couldn’t be happening. My best friend was not missing. How could something so bad happen to such a good person? What had Addy done wrong?
“ Isabella, I know what you must be thinking,” Mrs. Henderson said, starting to drive.
“ Did you call the police?” I asked, still in a state of shock.
“We tried,” Ryan said unsteadily. He sounded like he would crumble any moment. “ She hasn’t been missing for twenty- four hours yet, so- so she’s technically not a missing person.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “ What?! But the police are supposed to help! They always tell everybody that time is key when someone goes missing, and now the police won’t even help?!”
Nobody said anything.
I told myself to keep it together. To not fall apart. I felt like I could destroy something, or cry, or go to the police office and demand for someone to come help.
The rest of the ride was silent.
When me and Ryan got out of the car, Mrs. Henderson glanced at us. Not the cheery “ Goodbye, have fun!” Like she normally says.
It was only when we got into the building and had to sign in at Ms. Tina’s desk that it really started sinking in.
“ Hey Guys! Wait, where’s Addy?” She said, handing me the sign in sheet attached to a clip board.
Ryan looked down and said nothing.
“ Um,” I said, taking a deep breath and fidgeting with the hair tie on my wrist. “ That’s the thing. We don’t know.”
Ms. Tina’s eyes widened. “ So you mean she’s a.. so when you guys came on here yesterday.. oh my god, you should’ve told me, I could’ve helped.”
“ No.. no.. there’s nothing..” I trailed off, without knowing what else to say.
Ms. Tina took a deep breath. “ Okay, well, you two are gonna have to walk the dogs together,” she said, handing us our lists.
We nodded and thanked her, then went to the lockers to put our things away.
Ryan put his things in the same place he always did, two lockers away from where I was.
“Hey Isabella?”
I turned my head to look at him.
“ Yeah?”
Ryan shifted, and then slammed the locker shut.
“ Do you.. hate me?”
I paused.
“ Why would I hate you?”
“ Uh, I dunno.” He said shrugging. “ Y’know, Addy is your best friend. And she was fighting with me when she ran off. So if I wasn’t fighting with her.. then maybe she wouldn’t have run off and she wouldn’t be missing. I mean, I kinda hate myself for it.”
I sighed. “ Well, no.. I don’t hate you. Siblings fight. I fight with my brother sometimes, and he’s only four! And c’mon, you know it’s not your fault.”
Ryan Shrugged . “ I guess” he said, although it didn’t sound like he believed it.
We agreed that we should start walking the dogs before it got too hot. We reached the dog section, and grabbed two leashes each.
One more dog was missing.
“ By the end of the week, this whole shelter’s gonna be empty!” Ryan exclaimed, only half joking.
“Y’know, the last time you did this..” Ryan said after we were outside on the path, walking the dogs.
I looked away. “ Yeah.. yeah I know.”
“ It’s quiet without her.”
“ Yeah” I said, nodding my head. “Have you actually gone to the police station?”
Ryan opened his mouth like he was about to say something, then stayed quiet. “ No” he said, glancing at his shoes.
“ Well, we have to do that! If the police don’t help enough, then we need to find her!”
Ryan looked surprised at that. “ You mean you actually wanna look for her?”
“ Yes!” I exclaimed, a little too loud to be considered socially acceptable on public. “ I’m not gonna be responsible for the death of another person.” I said, quieter this time.
“ Isabella, who are you- oh. You know you’re not responsible for what happened to your Dad, right?”
I shuddered just thinking about it. “ That depends. I told you that it’s not your fault Addy ran off, because it’s not, but do you believe it?”
Ryan said nothing.
“ Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I think it’s my fault Addy’s missing right now” I said after a minute.
“ What?How?” He asked, puzzled.
“ Well,” I started, taking a deep breath. “ You Guys were fighting, and I didn’t step in for some reason, which I normally would’ve done. And.. when Addy ran off, I didn’t follow her right away. I stayed behind for two seconds. I didn’t run fast enough to catch up to her, and…”
Ryan stared at me. “ And what?”
“ I didn’t tell anybody when I heard her scream, and then I trusted her when she texted me.” I said, ashamed.
“ Wait, you heard her scream?”
“ Well at first I didn’t know whether it was her but now that I think about it it sounded a lot like her,” I said quickly. “ Oh my god. Oh my god, I’m an idiot.”
“ No no no, you’re not an idiot” Ryan said, looking around. “ Okay. We’ll convince my mom to bring us to the police station, where we can actually talk to an officer or something in person.”
I nodded. “ Sounds good. But.. I think it would be good if we looked for her ourselves. Will you help me?”
Ryan sighed. “Yes”
The rest of the day passed by painfully slowly.
At last, three o’clock came and Mrs. Henderson picked Ryan and I up from the animal shelter.
“ Mom?” Ryan asked when he got into the car.
Mrs. Henderson turned her head.” Yes”
“ Could we please, please, go to the police station?” He pleaded. “ it’s only five minutes away”
Mrs. Henderson pursed her lips into a thin line. “ Okay, I should’ve done this sooner, actually. But you need to call your Mom and tell her you’ll be home later, Isabella.”
I agreed to and called my Mom as Mrs. Henderson started driving to the police station.
Please pick up. Please pick up. Please pick up.
“ Hello?”
“ Mom?” I asked, making sure it wasn’t one of her coworkers again. ( yes, that’s happened before)
“ Yes, What is it sweetie?”
I took a deep breath. “ Mom, can I please go to the police station with Mrs. Henderson and Ryan? Please? I’ll be home soon, before it’s dark, I promise!”
“ Woah woah woah, why do you need to go to the police station? And why are you only going with Ryan and his Mom? What about Addy?”
“ Um, Addy’s missing. So we’re going to the police station and doing whatever it tak- we’re going to get help from the proper authorities.”
“Hm” my Mom sounded skeptical, but intrigued at the same time. “ Addy is missing? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“ I didn’t know last night. Can I please go with them?”
My Mom sighed. “ Yes, but be home before dark, okay?”
“ okay, thank you!”
“ ok, Love you!”
“ love you”
I hung up.
“ Well?” Ryan asked expectantly, turning to look at me.
“ As long as I’m home before dark” I said, smiling.
After stopping at CVS to print out a picture of Addy to give to the police, we pulled into the police station parking lot. It was on the outskirts of town, on top of a huge hill, right near where they hold the county fair every year.
We walked inside. A woman was sitting at a desk up front, typing something on a computer.
“ Excuse me,” Mrs. Henderson said politely.
The woman stopped typing and glanced up at us, and blew a bubble with the gum in her mouth.
“ My daughter didn’t come home last night, and we would like to speak to an officer, if possible, please.”
The woman raised her eyebrows. “ You wanna talk to an officer?”
We all nodded.
“ Alright” She said standing up. “ I’ll see what I can do. Follow me.”
She led us into a back room, filled with police officers in uniforms sitting at desks with computers, and walking around.
The woman stopped when she got to a tall man who looked to be in his late twenties. He had a black left eye and a busted lip, which made me wonder what had happened to him. Was it something that happened at home, or when he was out doing something at his job? Did someone attack him? Did he almost die?
I was snapped out of my thoughts when the man stood up.
“ Alright folks, I’m Officer Coleman,” he said, shaking each of our hands. “ Please, follow me.”
We followed him into another smaller room, with one desk and chairs lined up against the back wall.
“ Please, have a seat,” he said, motioning to the chairs.
We all did, with Ryan in the middle and me to his left, with Mrs.Henderson to his right.
“ Okay”he said pulling a chair up and sitting across from us. “ So, your daughter…”
“ Addy Henderson” she said quickly, after the officer trailed off.
“ Alright, and her full name?”
Mrs. Henderson thought for a moment. “ Adelaide Mary Henderson” she said. “‘But she goes by Addy.”
“ Uh- huh” he said, nodding and turning to me and Ryan. “ And you’re her siblings?”
“ I’m her best friend, and he’s her brother” I explained.
“ Okay. And you two were with her when she went missing?”
We both nodded.
“ And where was she last seen?”
Me and Ryan glanced at each other.
“ Uh, on the road in front of the animal shelter. Like, just down the street from the animal shelter. And, I last saw her in front of the antique store.” I said, completely forgetting every street name ever.
Officer Coleman nodded. “ Okay, and.. what does she look like?”
“ Imagine him, but as a girl” I blurted without thinking. It’s not like it wasn’t true, they both had curly black hair, brown eyes, and were around the same height ( although Addy was a few inches taller than Ryan). The only differences beside the fact they were different genders were that Addy somehow had curlier hair that went down to her shoulders, pierced ears, and was way more tan than her brother. ( Which isn’t saying much, but it’s a difference.)
Ryan looked at me, like he was both amused and surprised at the same time.
“ Could you elaborate? Maybe give us a recent picture?” Officer Coleman asked, trying to hide the fact that he was smiling.
“ Oh, yes,” Mrs. Henderson said, pulling her phone from her purse. She unlocked it and showed him the picture, the one that had me, Ryan and Addy smiling in front of the biggest roller coaster at the amusement park an hour away from us, where we went the day after school ended for the year.
“ Oh, wow. She was right about Addy looking like a girl version of you,” he said to Ryan.


“ Good. Now,” he said, grabbing a pen and note pad from the nearby desk. “ Does she have any scars, piercings, birthmarks, anything like that which would make her identifiable?”
“ Six” Ryan mumbled before anyone could say anything.
Officer Coleman leaned towards him. “ I’m sorry?”
“ She has three scars on her back, and three on her stomach, just below her ribs. All in straight lines.” Ryan said, looking Officer Coleman dead in the eyes.
I was surprised that he knew that, and how specific it was too.
Officer Coleman scribbled notes down on the notepad. “ Okay, What was she wearing yesterday?”
Me and Ryan glanced at each other again. Then I remembered. Whenever the volunteers go “ out into the real world” we all wear volunteer shirts. Red volunteer shirts that say “ volunteer” and have the shelter’s name and phone number on them. I described it to Officer Coleman as best as I could, while he nodded and scribbled down notes.
After a minute he looked up at us. “ Okay, I think I have enough information to get started. Try printing out missing posters and putting them around different places, and spread the word on social media. We’ll do the same. We’ll try to organize a search party as soon as possible, and you’ll be notified when we do.”
We all stood up.
“ Thank you, so much for everything,” Mrs. Henderson said gratefully.
“ Alright, Bye now! We’ll get Addy back home safe and sound!” He tried to assure us.
“ Wait!” I shouted, spinning around to face Officer Coleman. “ Addy. She texted me yesterday. I heard her scream right before she went missing, and she sent me texts from her phone. Couldn’t we track where the phone went, with the phone company or something?”
Officer Coleman nodded. “ We can definitely do that. We’ll keep you updated on everything we find,” he said with a smile. “ We’ll find her” he tried assuring us again.
“ You better,” I muttered under my breath as we left the police station. “ Or I’ll find her myself.”

[Pookie&Biscuit]

Oh good chapter

Spoiler

it has something to do with those text messages doesn't it?

[midget7]

Interesting chapter! I was wondering if your writing is based on your own experiences? Because it all seems really realistic. Or maybe you just have a great imagination ;) I'd find it pretty hard to write a scene like this since I've never reported anything to a police station before and I wouldn't know what it's like.

Oh good chapter

Spoiler

it has something to do with those text messages doesn't it?

I agree with this!

[Cameorntheraison]

Oh good chapter

Spoiler

it has something to do with those text messages doesn't it?

Thanks, and ~maayyybeee~ I’m not saying anything..

Interesting chapter! I was wondering if your writing is based on your own experiences? Because it all seems really realistic. Or maybe you just have a great imagination ;) I'd find it pretty hard to write a scene like this since I've never reported anything to a police station before and I wouldn't know what it's like.
I agree with this!

Thanks! I’m really glad you thought it was realistic, I always worry a lot that my writing is robotic or unrealistic, ( which kind of kills the point of slipping into another world with a story, in my opinion.) Almost nothing is based on my experiences, with the whole volunteering- at- a- animal- shelter- and having- my best- friend go missing thing, unless you count watching all of Stranger Things “ experience” XD Although I’ve never reported anything to a police station the town in this story ( Which I’ve decided is called LakeWood, by the way) is sort of based on my hometown, but that’s really basically it.
Sorry it’s taking me so long to upload the next chapter, it should be posted within the next week, hopefully sooner. I’m glad you all are enjoying it!

[Cameorntheraison]

Ok, WOW I’m so sorry, it has taken me forever and a half to post this chapter. I’ve just been busy getting ready for school ( today is my second day) and plus I kept wanting to make this chapter better, so yeah. The next chapters hopefully should be up sooner lol. Anyway, here’s the next chapter and I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 11

“ So do you actually have a plan for… this?”
I shook my head. “ No. Not really. Find Addy. That’s my plan.”
Ryan laughed. “ And you don’t know what we’re going to do or where we are going to look?”
“ Well, I dunno,” I said, closing my locker.
“ Even though I love the idea of you two worthless rats standing around all day, you’re going to have to get a move on with your work,” a voice sneered from behind us.
I turned to face Mrs. DeWyatt, who was scowling at Ryan and I. She looked at me for a moment, like she’d noticed something about me for the first time, then her face hardened again.
“ Good morning to you too, Mrs. DeWyatt,” Ryan said, stepping out from behind me and standing by my side.
“ Hey, don’t give me any attitude, young man. I’m in charge of you, remember?”
She looked to me. “ You. Right here. Now.”
I reluctantly stepped forward.
Without a warning, Mrs. DeWyatt grabbed my loose hair, close to my scalp, and yanked it towards her, so that her face was merely inches away from mine.
“ Blue eyes. Just like your idiot of a father,” she hissed, pulling my hair tighter when I tried to jerk away.
I stared her dead in the eyes. “I’m sorry? Let go of me.”
Mrs. DeWyatt smirked, glancing back in Ryan’s direction. “ You know, I knew your father through work.”
“ I can’t remember you mentioning that before.”
She laughed coldly. “ Well, I did. And I’ve heard from him that you’re really into science.”
“ Well, I have a theory,” she said after I didn’t react.
“ I predict that you’re more like your Father than you think.”
She was silent for a moment. Then, she broke her gaze with me and glared at Ryan.
“ You. Next to her. Now.”
He reluctantly stepped forward, next to me. With one hand, she suddenly grabbed his ear, and yanked him forward with it.
I clenched my hands into fists as I watched him flinch from the corner of my eye.
“ Let go of him.”
Mrs. DeWyatt smiled. “ Ah, my theory was correct,” she said as she yanked on Ryan’s ear and my hair again.
“ Let. Go. Of him. Now.” I said lowly.
“ If you say so.”
She was silent for a moment. Then, she let go of Ryan’s ear for a split second, then hurled her fist at his jaw and punched him.
His head snapped to the side, and he fell to the floor.
I gasped, and tried to step away, but Mrs. DeWyatt wrapped her free arm around my neck, putting me in a headlock.
I spun around, and jabbed her in the stomach with my elbow as hard as I could.
She let go of me and stumbled back, as I bent down and grabbed Ryan’s shoulders.
“You knocked him out!” I yelled, shaking him. “ Are you happy with yourself? Is that what you wanted?”
Mrs. DeWyatt said nothing, just smiled and walked into the dog room.
“ Ryan! Ryan! Ryan, wake up! Ryan!” I called his name over and over again, shaking his shoulders.
After two minutes, he wouldn’t wake up. He wasn’t waking up.
I shot up and bolted out of the back room and up to the front desk.
“ Ms. Tina! Ms. Tina!”
She looked up from her desk. “Yes? Isabella, is something wrong?”
I nodded. “ You’re a babysitter on the weekends right? You know first aid?”
“ Yes, but.. Isabella what’s wrong?”
“ Mrs. DeWyatt punched Ryan in the jaw and knocked him out, and.. and he’s not waking up!”
Ms. Tina jumped up from her desk and followed me into the back room.
Ryan was sitting up, groaning and rubbing his jaw. “Oh, good, you’re awake!” I said, rushing into the room and kneeling next to him.
“ Wha- what happened?” He asked, like he was in a daze.
“ Mrs. DeWyatt punched you in the jaw and knocked you out, that’s what happened!”
Ryan shrugged. “ Oh. Right. Well, I’m awake now.” He glanced up at Ms. Tina. “ What’s Ms. Tina here for?”
“I called your name for two minutes and you didn’t wake up, so I panicked and got her because she knows first aid.”
Ryan nodded. “Oh.” He stood up, and took a second to steady himself.
Ms Tina walked up to him. “ You might have a concussion, kid. Tell your Mom when she comes to pick you up, ok? Are feeling alright?”
“ Yes, I’m fine.” He said, shrugging.
“ Ryan,” I said seriously. “ She punched you so hard you passed out. You could’ve died.”
It took a minute for the words to sink into my brain. I took one last glance at Ryan, and then turned to the doorway and lurched through it into the dog room.
I heard a curse from behind me, but ignored as I stormed down the hall, looking for Mrs. DeWyatt.
I found her in the cat room, putting blankets from the cages into a laundry basket.
I scowled at her from the doorway for a moment, gripping the doorframe so hard my knuckles turned white.
“ Fancy seeing you here!” I yelled, louder then I intended as I stepped into the cat room.
As Mrs. DeWyatt turned, I heard Ryan run up to me and stop directly behind.
I stepped towards her. “Did you wake up this morning and decide that you were going to knock out a thirteen year old boy today, or was that just a “ spur of the moment” thing?”
“ Isabella,” Ryan said between his teeth, stepping beside me. “Ms. Tina wanted to talk to you.”
I ignored him and took another step towards her.
“ I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mrs. DeWyatt shrugged. “ I’ve been in here the whole time. Mr. Whiskers here tends to get lonely.”
There was a sweetness in her voice, like she was trying to play the part of a sweet, caring old woman that deeply cared about what she was doing.
“Oh, don’t play dumb with us!” I yelled, resisting the urge to get any closer to her. “ You punched Ryan so hard he passed out! You could’ve killed him, or sent him to the hospital, and now you’re in here pretending to make a cat you can’t even remember the name of feel better!” I could tell I was shaking, but I didn’t care.
Mrs. DeWyatt stood up. “ Are you this much trouble at home?”
“ At home I don’t have anybody who knocks out my friends. Now I would like to know why you would ever think it was an okay idea to punch one of the minors who dedicates their time at the place you are in charge of!”
“ I am your superior,” She sneered. “ I don’t need to explain my actions to some middle schooler.”
“Oh, so we’ve decided to admit we knocked someone out.”
Mrs DeWyatt stepped closer. “Maybe if you could see that your little friend deserved it, then-“
“Deserved it?!!” I interrupted. “ You think he deserved to get punched?!”
“ I have my reasons for doing things and I do them as I see fit! If you want to be treated nicely, then you work for it! Useless children like you haven’t earned respect.”
Without thinking, I lurched towards her.
“ Isabella! Isabella!” Ryan grabbed my arm and yanked me back, away from Mrs DeWyatt. He held onto my arms as I tried to break free, dragging me back to the doorway.
“Now That our little problem is taken care of,” she said, pulling something from her back pocket.
“ Yesterday, you two failed to put up all the missing posters you were told to . I’ve been informed you got.. distracted by something.”
She shoved the fliers into my hands, the same ones from yesterday.
“ Don’t get distracted by stupid things this time,” she said as she walked away.
“ Why, You little-!”
Ryan let go of my arms, but grabbed my shoulders and spun me around.
“ Isabella. Look at me.”
“ What?” I asked looking at him. “ You heard her! And felt her, I guess. The nerve of that woman, first she makes you pass out and then she mocks- “
Ryan sighed. “ Lord, help me,” he muttered. “ Isabella. You can’t just attack every person who does something you don’t like.”
I stepped back. “ Well, clearly she’s decided to follow that philosophy,” I said, gesturing to the door where she walked out. “Come on, Ryan! Why aren’t you concerned about this?”
“ Because I’m completely fine, that’s why. You’re blowing things way out of proportion.”
“ No you’re not fine!You heard Ms. Tina, you could have a concussion!”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “ A concussion isn’t a death sentence, Isabella.”
“ It could be!” I said, shuddering at the thought of Ryan getting serious brain damage, or worse.
“ Guys!” Ms.Tina glanced at Ryan, then at me, then at the papers in my hand. “ You have the fliers. Good. Will you guys go out and finish putting them up on that street? Mrs. DeWyatt said you had to, and, well.. you know.”
“ Yes, yes.” I said nodding. “ We’ll go do that now. Ryan?”
He nodded, and followed me as I left.

“ Okay, so we have to stick together, no matter what,” I said as we walked down the street to finish putting up flyers.
Ryan rolled his eyes.“Yeah, Yeah. Don’t walk away, trust nobody, scream if something happens to me. You’ve been telling me that ever since we left!” He bit into the energy bar he was carrying. “You need to chill.”
I scoffed. “ Oh, forgive me for panicking, you just passed out because an old lady punched you.”
Ryan shrugged. “Wow, an old lady beat me up.That’s really saying something.”
He stopped next to the telephone pole, in front of the antique shop where we last saw Addy. “ Will you hold this up for me?” He handed me a missing poster, inside of a plastic sheet.
At the top, in big bold letters said “ Missing! Have you seen Addy Henderson?” There was a big picture of her, with information about her eyes, her hair, her height, where she was last seen.
I held the poster up on the telephone pole, just above the one for the shelter animals. Ryan pulled a small stapler from his pants pocket and stapled it on.
“ Woah, woah woah. Where did you get those?”
Ryan shrugged. “ Had them in my pocket. My mom printed a bunch out last night and I took some, in case we did this.”
“ Okay,” I muttered. “ I’ll buy that you had some flyers in your pocket, but a stapler? How big are your pockets?”
Ryan held it up and grinned. “ It’s a mini stapler. For all your on-the-go stapling needs.”
I shook my head. “ You’re ridiculous sometimes, you know that?”
“ Only sometimes?” Ryan asked, putting on a fake concerned expression. “ I’m sorry, I’ll try harder.”
I locked eyes with the upper left corner of the Antique shop building.
Ryan nudged me when I didn’t say anything. “ Isabella?”
In the corner, just under the small awning, was a gray security camera, pointed directly at us.
“ Camera,” I muttered, before grabbing Ryan’s wrist and dragging him into the shop.
A bell tinkled as I opened the door to the shop. It was small, with various lamps, vases, silver ware, China, and glass lining the walls, with old posters, license plates, clocks, and other things hung up, so that barely an inch of the actual wall was showing.
To our right was a counter,with a glass front, filled with expensive looking jewelry. Behind the counter was a frail looking old woman, with her gray hair pulled into a tight bun, typing something on the computer against the wall with her back turned to us.
“ Isabella, why are we-“
“ Excuse me,miss?” I asked timidly.
She turned around, and let out a gasp when she saw us.
“ Oh, hello. How may I help you?”
“Yes, um,” I stepped forward, closer to the counter. “ That security camera out there, is it recording? Are- are you able to play back and look at the the footage? From Two days ago?”
The woman stepped back, with a horrified look on her face. “Why do you want to know?”
“ We just want to know if the security camera outside was recording yesterday, and if you’d be able to rewind it and watch the footage.” I leaned in towards Ryan. “ Can I have a flyer?”
He reluctantly dug his hand into his pocket and handed me one.
“ This girl,” I said, placing the flyer onto the counter so the woman could read it. “ She went missing yesterday. We last saw her outside of here.”
The woman reached into a cardboard box on a shelf behind her. “ Put your hands where I can see them!” She demanded, pulling out a gun.
We held our hands up as she pointed the gun at us.
“ Don’t move. I’m calling the police.”

[Pookie&Biscuit]

What????? There being arrested? I'm a little surprised Ryan was so chill being knocked out, or is he all part of this twisted game there making Isabella play?

[midget7]

Omigosh this is all so freaky! What on Earth is going on?! What has this random jewellery shop owner got to do with all this? I have to know!!! Argh this is a wickedly good cliffhanger xD

You're too good at putting me on edge, Cameorntheraison.

And man, Mrs DeWyatt is one messed up woman D: I hope something bad happens to her...

[Cameorntheraison]

What????? There being arrested? I'm a little surprised Ryan was so chill being knocked out, or is he all part of this twisted game there making Isabella play?

I swear Ryan isn’t a part of the twisted game, hes still helping Isabella ( no “ turn to the dark side” for Ryan , lol) anyway, he’s just a really chill person I guess. He saw that he was awake, and fine, so he shrugged it off. It takes a lot for him to “ snap” , I think. ( unlike Isabella, who litterally has no chill whatsoever and snaps as easily as a KitKat)

Omigosh this is all so freaky! What on Earth is going on?! What has this random jewellery shop owner got to do with all this? I have to know!!! Argh this is a wickedly good cliffhanger xD
You're too good at putting me on edge, Cameorntheraison.
And man, Mrs DeWyatt is one messed up woman D: I hope something bad happens to her...

Why thank you, I like to to think that I’ve improved in the art form that is cliffhangers ( mwahahaha) I’m not going to say anything about Mrs. DeWyatt or anything, for fear of letting the story get SPOILED.
Anyway, the next chapter will be up really soon, so yeah.
* fourtune teller voice and wavy arms* all will be revealed.. ( eventually, but some will be revealed in the next chapter)

[Hera the Hamster]

WHAT?!

YOU CAN CAN’T LEAVE US ON A CLIFFHANGER LIKE THAT!

I can’t wait for the next chapter! This is so good!

[Cameorntheraison]

WHAT?!
YOU CAN CAN’T LEAVE US ON A CLIFFHANGER LIKE THAT!
I can’t wait for the next chapter! This is so good!

Thank you, I’m glad you’re enjoying it This next chapter isn’t as big as a cliffhanger I don’t think, but I had no idea where to end it so yeah, sorry if it ends at a really weird spot.
Chapter 12

She pulled a cell phone from her pocket and dialed a number with one hand, while still pointing the gun at us.
“ Yes, hello. I need an officer down here right now at 7 Maple Street, LakeWood New York. There are two very suspicious and threatening looking teenagers here..”
As she kept talking, I glanced over at Ryan. His eyes were wide with terror, and he kept staring at the gun, which the woman kept pointing at me, then him, me, then him.
Stay calm I thought over and over again. Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm!
“ Miss,” I said quietly after she was off the phone. “ Please, Put. The gun. Down.”
The woman didn’t move. “ The police are on their way.”
I took a shaky breath. “ I understand that. Just please, put the gun down.”
“ What, you’ve never had a gun pointed at you before?”
I shook my head.
“‘Well, maybe you’ll remember this the next time you walk into a shop and start asking about things that only the shop owner should know about!”
“ We were just curious,” I tried to explain. “ We saw something and thought that it might help us find our friend.”
The woman’s face hardened even more. “ Don’t lie to me!”
“ I’m not lying,” I said, shaking my head. “ Please put the gun down.”
It seemed like we stood there forever, with the woman pointing the gun at us, and Ryan and I, with our hands up, too frightened to move.
The door swung open, and a police officer burst through the door into the shop, holding his gun up.
We glanced at him. Great, I thought. Now there are two guns aimed at us.
“Drop your gun and get on the ground!” A familiar voice yelled. Immediately, the woman obeyed.
Officer Coleman looked around. He looked at the woman, then Ryan and I, then the woman, then us again.
“ Now,” he said lowering his gun. “ What is the problem here?”
The woman held a shaking finger out and pointed to us. “ These two came in here and asked about my security camera!”
Officer Coleman looked at us.”Ryan and Isabella, was it?”
We nodded.
‘You can put your hands down now.”
We did.
“What is the problem here?”
“ I was just going about my day, and then these two walked in here and demanded information, and money too! They’re armed, and they threatened me!”
“ Officer Coleman, that’s not what happened,” I blurted without thinking. “She’s lying!”
“ Okay, Isabella. Please, tell me what happened.”
“ Well,” I started, choosing my words carefully. “ We were on the street, and we saw the security camera. And since Addy was last seen here, we thought maybe it recorded something that could help us. So we came in here and asked her about whether it was recording or not. We told her why we wanted to know, and then she pointed the gun at us.”
Officer Coleman sighed. “ Ma’am, would you like to explain to me why you aimed a gun at two thirteen year olds who asked you a question?”
“They didn’t just ask me a question!’ The woman yelled. “ They threatened me!”
“ Oh, that’s interesting. Because when I walked in here, you know what I saw?”
The woman said nothing.
“I saw a grown woman pointing a gun at two kids. So I’m having a very hard time trying to figure out why I was told to come here because two suspicious and threatening teenagers were trying to rob you.”
He grabbed his walkie talkie. “ Uh, I’m gonna need some reinforcements at Seven Maple..’
A few minutes later, another police officer pulled up and burst through the door, the same way Officer Coleman did. It seemed like what happened next was a scene playing out in a movie, instead of something happening directly in front of me. Officer Coleman and the other man arrested the woman, and dragged her into his car. The woman was shouting the whole time so I didn’t understand anything anyone was saying.
From the other side of the room,a door opened, and out walked Turtle.
Ryan leaned over to me. “ Is that the boy who..”
“ You’re dang right, it is,” I muttered under my breath as I remembered all the horrible things he said to Addy.
“What just happened?” Turtle asked, his eyes widening as he looked out the front window and saw police cars driving away.
I took a deep breath. Don’t attack him. Don’t attack him. Don’t attack him. “ What are you doing here?”
“ My grandma owns this place,” he explained. “ I help out sometimes. Speaking of my grandma, where is she?”
“She pointed a gun at us and called the police,” I said, a bit too casually.
Turtle’s eyes widened. “ What she pointed a -“ he paused. “ I believe it,” he said shrugging. “ Did the police take her away or something?”
I nodded.
Turtle eyed Addy’s missing flyer on the counter. He stepped closer, and reached over to pick it up.
“ What’s this?” He asked as his eyes skimmed the page. “ Addy’s.. missing?”
I nodded again. “Yes, and on the subject of Addy, Why? How dare you,” I said, trying my best to maintain my composure.
Turtle looked up.
“ Huh?”
“ The text messages?”
“ I'm not allowed to talk to her, even though you gave me her number?”,” he asked, furrowing his brow.
“No! I mean, Yes! I gave you her number, which I realize now was a mistake, and then you said you couldn’t talk to her because because she was the ugliest girl in school, and that she was stupid, and that she’s the reason her grandfather died, and she’s a killer, and that while he was alive, he was a creepy pedophile!” I realized I was shaking with anger. “ And, and! You told her that she should die too.”
Turtle looked genuinely horrified, but I ignored it and kept going.
“You knew you’d upset her. You knew what you were doing. But you did it anyway. That’s a really jerky thing to do, and honestly it’s kind of sad that such-“
“ Isabella!” Ryan yelled sharply.
I turned to look at him. “ What? You saw how upset she was after he said that!”
“ The police already came for us once,” Ryan said, exasperated. “ Do you really want them to come for us again?”
I looked down and didn’t say anything.
“ I’m sorry,” Turtle said, breaking the silence. “ I said what?”
I snapped my head back up to look at him. “ You know what you said.”
He shook his head. “ No, I don’t. You said I told her that she should die? It sounds like I’m a terrible person, according to you.”
“ Because you are!” I blurted without thinking. “ I mean.. you acted like one.”
“ Look, I’m gonna be honest with you,” he said, glancing at the flyer in his hand one last time before setting it back on the counter. “ All that I have memory of is making small talk and stuff. Here, I’ll prove it.”
He pulled his phone from his pocket and unlocked it, and showed us the text messages from Addy’s number. From the way he looked at messages, you’d think he was watching someone get stabbed to death.
He scrolled up, up, and further up, until it was just small talk.
“ See?” He said, pointing to a message.

Okay, I have to go now, can’t talk anymore . My grandma’s taking my phone away. Bye

“ This is the last thing I remember sending.”
He scrolled down to the first “ Bad” message.

Hey Addy, look, I have something I need to tell you

“ This was the next morning. My grandma had gotten mad at me the day before ‘cause I accidentally broke something in here. I was spending the night, and she took it and kept it until the next evening. I haven’t looked at her number in a day or so because I’ve been busy.”
“ You’re saying your grandma had your phone. She texted those things. But why? And how would she know?” I said, still not sure whether to believe him or not. It seemed weird, because Turtle always seemed like a nice person, but in that moment, all I thought about was how Turtle hurt her and said such terrible things.
“ Honestly, I don’t know anything” he said, putting his phone back into his pocket. “Including what’s going on right now. What happened to my grandma exactly? And why are you in here? We don’t normally get middle schoolers as customers, is all.”
I told him exactly what I told Officer Coleman.
He looked thoughtful for a minute, then walked behind the counter and started up the computer.
“ Oh yeah, you can definitely rewind the security camera footage,” he said, typing something.
“ When do you think the camera might have recorded her?”
I shrugged. “ Um, two days ago?”
Turtle nodded and gestured us over. “ Well are you gonna come over here and look?”
We walked over to where he was standing and looked at the computer. On the screen was footage from the day Addy went missing, looking out onto the street. Turtle scrolled through, until Ryan stopped him.
“ There,” he said, pointing as Addy ran into the frame. You could see a little bit into the alleyway, and Addy walked into it, walking in circles.
I could clearly see the tears on her face, and how she kept wiping her face the back of her hand.
I saw Ryan bite his lip as he watched, his face contorting into a look guilt and uneasiness.
For thirty seconds or so, it showed Addy walking in circles, crying. Then, Addy stopped, her back facing the street.
An ugly green Jeep Wrangler pulled up next to the sidewalk behind Addy. Two figures wearing all black, including ski masks, got out of the car, and approached her.
One of them grabbed her, wrapping its arms around hers and putting its hand on her mouth so she couldn’t move, or scream for that matter. Addy struggled, but the figures didn’t let go. The other figure peeked out of the alley.
Immediately, the one holding Addy dragged her out and into the store on the other side.
For a few seconds, everything was still. Then, I came running down the hill. I could see as I walked around, my mouth opening and closing, yelling for Addy. Then Ryan came, and after it showed us talking for a second, we ran away, out of the frame. To the animal shelter.
Once we were gone, the two figures emerged with Addy again. The one that wasn’t holding her was holding something I could quite see to her head, and there was now tape over her mouth. They dragged her across the sidewalk and threw her in the trunk of the car after one reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.
The truck shut and the car drove away, and as it left I noticed that it had no license plate.
Turtle paused the video and turned to us.
“ She was kidnapped,” I said, not wanting to believe it. It was so much better to assume that maybe Addy has run away, lied about her age, or hitch hiked, or made it to a different state.
But no, she was dragged into a car and driven away. Kidnapped.

[midget7]

I swear Ryan isn’t a part of the twisted game, hes still helping Isabella ( no “ turn to the dark side” for Ryan , lol) anyway, he’s just a really chill person I guess. He saw that he was awake, and fine, so he shrugged it off. It takes a lot for him to “ snap” , I think. ( unlike Isabella, who litterally has no chill whatsoever and snaps as easily as a KitKat)
Why thank you, I like to to think that I’ve improved in the art form that is cliffhangers ( mwahahaha) I’m not going to say anything about Mrs. DeWyatt or anything, for fear of letting the story get SPOILED.
Anyway, the next chapter will be up really soon, so yeah.
* fourtune teller voice and wavy arms* all will be revealed.. ( eventually, but some will be revealed in the next chapter)

"unlike Isabella, who litterally has no chill whatsoever and snaps as easily as a KitKat" I found this so funny oml.

This is probably my fav chapter so far Sooo much suspense! And I'm starting to think that Turtle is innocent and whoever really sent those messages has something to do with all the other dodgy things going on. Turtle's grandmother, man, she is freaking screwed up in the head. I'm surprised at how calmly Isabella and Ryan seemed to take it (especially since, as we now know, Isabella has no chill xD) I'd be screaming my head off if someone pointed a gun anywhere near me. I'm glad that old crab got arrested - she deserved it :P And that police officer, what a great guy When he radioed for reinforcements I was like YES MATE!

I did suspect that something like that had happened to Addy but it's awful that she really has been kidnapped. I hope she's okay.

[Cameorntheraison]

"unlike Isabella, who litterally has no chill whatsoever and snaps as easily as a KitKat" I found this so funny oml.
This is probably my fav chapter so far Sooo much suspense! And I'm starting to think that Turtle is innocent and whoever really sent those messages has something to do with all the other dodgy things going on. Turtle's grandmother, man, she is freaking screwed up in the head. I'm surprised at how calmly Isabella and Ryan seemed to take it (especially since, as we now know, Isabella has no chill xD) I'd be screaming my head off if someone pointed a gun anywhere near me. I'm glad that old crab got arrested - she deserved it :P And that police officer, what a great guy When he radioed for reinforcements I was like YES MATE!
I did suspect that something like that had happened to Addy but it's awful that she really has been kidnapped. I hope she's okay.

Im glad you enjoyed it! ( I realize I say this like, every single time i post a chapter, but it’s true) what you said about Addy: err.. you may not like how I... portrayed her in this chapter..
Okay so I realize this has litterally no relation to this story or anything this post is about, but I just felt like maybe I should say it because.. idk.
If you didn’t know, Hurricane Florence is just starting to make landfall in the U.S and since I’ve got a family friend and my friend has family there, and yeah, I’m willing to bet that someone on this forum lives somewhere that’s being affected. So.. best wishes to everyone who’s gonna be affected by it ( and I’ve hesrd about some other storms in places other then the east coast of the United States) so to everyone who’s being impacted by a hurricane, best wishes and stay safe
okay so I’m really sorry this chapter is incredibly long, I just had no idea how to transition it from the last chapter and whether I should post a really short chapter or not, but I decided against it. Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 13

“ Oh my god,” Ryan whispered. “ Oh my god.”
I grabbed a pen from the nearby counter and scribbled everything onto the back of a missing animal flyer.
“ I… did that help?”
I looked up at Turtle.
“ Yes, yes it did,” I said, stuffing the flyer into my pocket and walking towards the door. “
Make sure that stays on the computer, we need to go, Ryan,” I said gesturing to him. “ Right now, thank you, and sorry about your grandma!”
We walked out of the store before we could hear Turtle answer.
“ Okay, so let me get this straight,” Ryan said when we were outside. “We almost died, and my sister got kidnapped.”

I nodded. “ Uh, Yes.”
“Great. Just great!”
I glanced at my phone. “ Hey, this is a good thing!”
Ryan raised his eyebrows.
“ Yeah! We know Addy was kidnapped, and the car that took her, and the fact there’s no license plate on it!”
“ And they took her phone.”
“ Yes!” I yelled, a little louder then I intended. “So that means when she didn’t sound like herself in those texts…”
“ It wasn’t her. It was someone else. Her kidnappers saw that you called her and then texted so we wouldn’t get suspicious.”
“ Yes, this is great! We know so much now, it’ll be so much easier to find her and if we can show the police- why aren’t you happier about this?”
“ Oh I don’t know, maybe because I just watched my sister get kidnapped, thanks to me.”
Ryan held his arm out to the shop on the other side of the alley.
“ She was right there, Isabella! Right there! And now we have absolutely no idea where she is! She could be dead, or being held hostage as we speak, or being sold into slavery, or being burned alive as we speak, or getting-“
“ Ryan!” I yelled, cutting him off. “ Look.You're freaking out and you blame yourself. I’m doing the same thing, okay? We’re going to find her, and everything will go back to normal. So just take a chill pill or something. Just breathe.”
“ Really, “ take a chill pill’. Coming from you.”
“ Just breathe, Ryan,” I said with a sigh. “ We’re going to find her. She’s gonna come home.”
Ryan glanced up at me. “ How do you know?”
“ What?”
“How do you know that we’re going to find her? How do you know she’s gonna come home. How do you know that she’s even alive?”
“ I don’t!” I shouted all of a sudden. “ I.. I don’t know that we’ll find her. But I refuse to believe she’s dead. I refuse to believe that when there’s a chance she’s still alive. “
Ryan shrugged. “ I guess.”
We did both sides of the street, putting up both the missing animal and missing person fliers.
That night when I got home, Ryan’s words kept echoing in my mind.

“ She could be dead, or being held hostage as we speak, or being sold into slavery, or being burned alive as we speak..”

I brushed woodchips from my hands. I could hear children, people laughing and yelling and running. I looked up.
I stepped back to get a better look at the giant sign in front of my face.

“Welcome to Wilson’s park,” a familiar voice said from behind me.
I turned around, glancing at everyone there. We were standing just by the fence in the playground area, where children were running and playing. To my left was the massive field, with people of all ages throwing frisbees and playing with dogs. I wasn’t suprised there were so many people here, Wilson’s park was just on the outskirts of town, with the river beside it and surrounded by woods, and a massive playground, making it a popular place to go, especially during the summer.
I let out a gasp. “ Addy?”
Sure enough, there she was, standing right in front of me.
“ You look... awful.”
I couldn’t believe it. She was there, standing in front of me, wearing exactly the same thing as the last time I saw her.
Only different.
Much different.
She was so thin, and pale, too. Her eyes were sunken in, and her left one was completely black and nearly swollen shut. It seemed the life had completely drained from her, too, because her eyes were dull.Her lip was bruised and busted, and all over her face and body, there were cuts, and bruises. Her red shirt had darker patches, and was torn and muddy in some places, and her jean shorts had bright crimson blotches. Her hair, just like the rest of her, was a mess.
She looked at the playground.
“ Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
There was something so oddly calm about her voice, like she wasn’t aware of beat up she was.
“ Wha- I..You.. Addy.” I didn’t know what to say. What could I say?
“ Are you gonna actually talk to me, or just keep saying my name?” She laughed, and started walking away, in the direction of the sandboxes.
“ Addy, Wait!” I followed and caught up with her, just as she reached the sandbox area.
She stopped just on the outside of it.
“ Notice anything, Isabella?” She said, gesturing to everyone inside.
Just like the rest of Wilson’s park, the sand area was huge. Fenced off, with three massive sandboxes and benches around them.
At first, all I noticed was a crowd of people. Parents and kindergarten aged children.
Then I took a closer look at the first bench, closest to me and Addy.
A familiar tall man wearing a blue t- shirt and jeans with brown hair and bright blue eyes was talking to a little girl, with the same blue eyes and wavy brown hair.
“ Dad?”
I stepped into the area, closer.
There he was, clear as day. My Dad. My dead- from- a- car- crash- over- a year ago - father, talking to tiny, six-year-old me.
“ Daddy, they’re being mean to Addy,” Little me said, pointing towards a little girl with long, curly hair pulled back into a tight ponytail surrounded by other girls, who were making nasty remarks and flinging sand at her.
Addy.
My Dad twisted his mouth as he glanced over at the mini versions of Addy and Beatrice, the meanest girl in school to this day, surrounded by all her followers.
“ Did you do anything?” He asked, turning back to me.
Little me shrugged. “ I tried. I dunno what to do. Can you help me? They’re hurting my friend, Dad.”
My Dad took a deep breath. “ Here, I’ll tell you what. I want you to go over there and try to help your friend. Nicely.” He leaned in to me. “ If I go over with you,I predict we’ll have an even bigger problem.” He said quietly.
“ You stick up for your friends, Isabella.” He said, looking me dead in the eyes. “ Remeber that. I’ll come over and help you in a second Alright?” He said with a smile.
Little me nodded and ran back over to the sand box. I dove in front of Addy, blocking her from Beatrice and followers.
“Leave her alone!” My tiny voice yelled, louder then before.
I remembered this day. I remember trying to get them to leave my friend alone, but nothing working. I remember my Dad telling me that. He always told me that.
After a minute or two of me telling the other girls to back off, they left, and me and Addy started happily playing in the sandbox again.

I turned to modern- day Addy, who was standing to my right and gazing at six year old us.
She turned to look at me.
“ You remember this day, don’t you?”
I nodded. “ We both do.”
“ You’ve always been crazy,” she said, laughing a little. “ It’s come in handy, though.”
With that, everything around me faded away.
The next thing I knew, I was standing on cold ground, in the dark. I looked up and gasped, jumping back and looking away, tears filling my eyes. I knew exactly what this was.
Our breaths formed little puffs of fog in the air, me and Addy. She was just like she was before, standing next right next to me.
I squeezed my eyes shut so I wouldn’t have to see it, at least. I could hear people running, and shouting.
“Look up” Addy said.
I shook my head. “ I don’t want to see this.”
“ How do you know what it is? Come on, just look up for gods’ sake. Don’t be a wimp.”
Reluctantly, I swallowed and and looked up.
We were standing in an empty field, by the side of the road.
On the other side, there were two ambulances, their flashing lights casting shadows that danced on the ground.
A bright red SUV and an expensive looking gray BMW had clearly collided into each other.
The BMW was completely on its side, severely dented. The red car, although it’s bumper was hanging by a thread, was completely upright, and fine for the most part.
From the red car, a woman on a stretcher was being loaded into an ambulance.
I watched as two paramedics pulled someone out from the passenger side of the car, while two others pulled out a baby from the back seat. From the passenger seat, out came a girl, around eleven or so.

Me.

They pulled a limp eleven year old me out and loaded her onto a stretcher. On ‘my’ neck and body, there were cuts all over, and blood gushing from my collar bone.
Where the seatbelt cutter slipped.

The one holding the baby brought him into another ambulance.

Ian.

I watched in horror as I was rolled away, other paramedics somehow pulled my Dad out of the driver’s seat.

I shuddered.

He wasn’t moving.

At all.

I knew exactly why. He was dead, something about a spinal injury or a snapped neck or something.

From the stretcher, I moved, tried to sit up and lift my head.

I remember catching a glimpse of my Dad that night, there on the ground.

I collapsed back onto the stretcher.

A while later, paramedics tossed a white cloth over my Dad and carried him away. Where, I didn’t see, because I turned to look at Addy.

“ What’s that look for?” She asked, her voice sounding warped somehow.

“ You won’t let that happen to me - “ she paused as a white cloth suddenly appeared over her, sitting just long enough to let blood spots start seeping through, then disappeared.
“ Will you, Isabella?”
Everything faded away again, just like it did before.

I looked around. I was inside of a church. I recognized it as the old church right in the center of town, where we went on Christmas Eve and stuff.

It was also the most popular place to hold a funeral.

I realized I was up at the very front, looking out.
Directly in front of me was a casket, and throughout the church family and friends were scattered, quietly talking.

I walked to closer to the casket.
It was open, so I peeked around to the other side, avoiding the flowers that were arranged around it.

It was my Dad.

Surrounded by flowers, in nice clothes, looking so peaceful, almost as if he was asleep.But he wasn’t, he was dead. He’d never wake up again, never smile or play guitar or make pancakes on the weekends .

I looked up from my Dad, and saw two girls walking towards the casket.

Me and Addy.

It was us when we were in sixth grade. You could still see several bandages all over my body.
Our families had always been close friends, so it was natural that they’d come to my Dad’s funeral.

Addy and ‘ I’ stopped in front of the casket. Neither said anything they just stared. Tears were silently running down ‘my’ face, and Addy was just standing next to me, unsure of what to do.

“ That was a terrible day,” present- day Addy said from behind me.

I turned to look at her.

“ It’s so sad how such good people can go in such horrible ways,” she said, her voice sounding warped again.

Suddenly, everything switched. I was in the exact same place, but something was different. Very different.

I turned around again, to face the pews.

Again, directly in front of me there was a casket, surrounded by flowers.

Only this time, it wasn’t my Dad in the casket.

It was Addy.

They’d cleaned her up a little bit, but for the most part she still looked terrible. Nothing like she should.

I saw myself up at the front, looking at Addy’s body. Ryan was sitting in one of the front pews staring and looking and even more pitiful then usual.

“ You don’t want that to happen to me, Isabella? Do you?” Addy said loudly, her voice permanently warped.

“ It’s fine if you don’t find me, Isabella,” she screamed, like a demon. “ I’ll be okay!”

She flashed, and appeared in front of a headstone, then appeared back in the church.
She kept switching back and forth.
“ I’ll be fine!” She yelled before letting out an ear piercing shriek.
There was a huge burst of white light, and all I could hear were Addy’s screams.

[Pookie&Biscuit]

Oh great! Isabella is in trouble now! I'd be freaking out right now if in was her! This chapter was FULL of suspense and really good. I can't wait to see what Isabella does niw. This was fun to read, and since I'm (somewhat) in the path of the hurricane it was nice to get my mind off it for a second


P.s I had a goat named Isabella once. We had to sell her because we were moving.

[Hera the Hamster]

WHAT!?

I am so confused right now. This is insane. Amazing, but completely insane.

I NEED MORE!

[midget7]

I hope that your family friends stay safe from hurricane Florence, and same goes to the other HH members who might be affected x

I honestly don't mind how you portrayed Addy in this chapter. It hasn't made me like her character any less, I guess because the Addy in this chapter isn't the real Addy, she's just a dream. (At least, that's what I'm assuming.)

I've always liked how believably you've been able to portray Isabella's internal struggle of losing her dad, and I found this chapter to be particularly impressive. I'm not sure how to explain why... It's not because you've used amazing, flowery vocab or poetic descriptions or anything (besides, I prefer the simplicity of your writing style because 1. It's easier for my slightly dim brain to understand it and 2. It feels more like Isabella.) I think it's because it all seems...

Real.

Not real in the sense that it's actually happening (I know it's in Isabella's head) but real as in, I can imagine this chapter playing out in a movie. I can picture everything in my mind as if I'm the dreamer, or as if I'm Isabella - and I only get that immersed in a story when the writing is genuinely good. I don't know how much you're aware that you're doing this, but you have a real knack for showing how a character is feeling without actually saying it explicitly ("Show, not tell" I guess you could call it) whether it's through dialogue, actions or dreams, like in this chapter.

What I got from this chapter is that Isabella, even though she suppresses it around other people, really can't stop thinking about her dad and the memory of the crash haunts her. The parallels you've drawn between her dad's death and Addy's situation are really clever. And I see "weird-dream-Addy" as a manifestation of all of Isabella's fears and anxiety.

“ It’s fine if you don’t find me, Isabella,” she screamed, like a demon. “ I’ll be okay!” - I loved this line - it was so amazingly disturbing hehe.

Sorry this is so long. I probably completely over-analysed your story lol. My point is, I believe you have a talent for writing stories. I mean, your writing might not be super sophisticated al the moment, but there are things, like characterisation or the "show don't tell" I mentioned before, that people really struggle to get the hang of (myself included) and you seem to be able to do it effortlessly ;) I think you've improved since starting this story as well. You've got the key parts of storytelling down - when you're older, your writing style will probably get more mature and you'll really be a beast of an author, even more so than you are right now Keep it up, Cameorntheraison!