In the middle of class I cried out to my mom. It just happened so fast. And I can't help but feel like it was my fault. She shouldn't have been driving but I wanted to go to a friend's house. Why did I have to go to a friend's house? Why did I have to be so bored? Why did he have to invite me over? These questions raced around my mind like race cars on a track. And for none of them could I come up with an answer, which was really upsetting.

I daydreamed about my mom during reading time. About how she'd take me to the park and swing me around the fireman's pole, tons of fun it was. But now I'm here, lost. I have no happy place anymore. I barely remember her sweet laughter when daddy said something funny. I miss her a ton. I always wait for her to come home as if I am trying to convince myself she is only at work. I don't understand how she died, really. I mean why would she have been distracted? What could possibly be more important than her own safety? Was it me? Or daddy? Maybe Maya? Well whoever it was I hope they are happy. They took away my mommy.

After school I decided to go to the park. I wanted to swing down the pole so I could have happy memories of her. I had to tell Maya I was going to the park which really sucked because I hate asking her to go anywhere, she always wants to go with me. She says it's "not safe" but it is. I have never come across a stranger before while I was out. So why was she all worried? Or as mommy used to say it, what's got her panties in a bunch?

Soon enough, Maya got up and took me to the park. I think she cried when I told her about the fireman's pole. Which I immediately felt bad for so apologized seconds after. After I slid down the pole the first couple times, I started crying. Not just a few tears. But so many that my vision blurred from all the water. It was the feeling when you're peeing and you try to stop, but you can't. It felt  like the tears have been trapped in for so long and when some finally hit air they all rushed out like a waterfall. I saw a black blob rushing toward me, must've been Maya. Then I saw another black blob running towards Maya with a shiny object in hand. They stab her from behind with the peculiar object, and ignore me gasping in shock and fear.

"Stop!" I yell fiercely, but not fierce enough.
A low grumble comes out of the man's mouth, "What could you do, kid?" Then he takes my sister, either passed out or dead, and shoves her into his black van that was, when I got my eyes wiped off, speeding off before I could see his face.

I have this feeling of numbness come over me. I feel so dumb because I can't move. I try so hard to just pick up my foot, or anything for that matter. But I just can't. I am stuck, numb in the park. With no one here to protect me. And I suddenly understand why she wanted to come with me. I have this feeling of guilt wash over me. All I did was whine about how she just had to come with me, when the whole time it was her trying to protect me from people like him. Although he's no 'people' he's a monster. One that shall be stopped. And I'll be the one to do it, for Maya. If not for her then for whomever may be his next victim.

The numb feeling slowly releases and I stumble back home. Some people just drove by. How could they just drive right passed an eight, almost nine,  year old in need of help? Those people are monsters as well. As for me and my family, we are gods. We help people no matter what. Yet some believe in us and some don't. Well then I understand that some gods die because of people, monsters, stop believing in them. But I guess sometimes gods have to die. Just like the greek gods, they're dead. No one teaches them anymore. If not in school then where would they be taught? That is certainly my question. I've never heard of Zeus or Aphrodite outside of fiction stories. How could someone just forget about their god?

After I arrive home I am not surprised to see my dad absent. He says he'd be home, but since mom, he never is. So I guess I'll just have to call 911 since they're the only ones that care. I pick up our lovely new blue house phone and dial 911 quickly.
"911, what's your emergency?" Says a young lady (maybe 22-28) likes she's reading off a script.
"My sister was stabbed and taken by a man." I mutter back slowly.
"Do you know what the man looks like dear?" She asks calmly. How could she be so calm? Or make it so convincing?
"No my eyes were clouded from tears. But he put her in a black van."
"Alright I could work with that."
"Please, find her."
"Of course dear. Mind telling me where you live so an officer can come pick you up?"
"Sure it's 65 Landmire street, Coldvalt County."
"Thanks, hun. Is a parent or guardian home?"
I pause.
"Hello?"
"Sorry. No my daddy is at work and my mommy is dead."
"Oh I'm so sorry," she gets out before I hear a knock on my door.
"I hear a knock," I say.
"It's probably the officer, he just got there."
"Alright I'll go check and call you right back."
"Alright, be careful." She says sternly, then hangs up.

I walk slowly downstairs and see it is the officer. With the badge and all. He's another king. I think to myself. He smiles at me and I open the door. He walks in and smiles again. This time it's making me uneasy, he seems too happy. Then he snatches me up and covers my mouth so I can't scream. He then shoves me into the same van that he shoved Maya in, and I saw Maya. She was struggling to get loose and crying for him to let me go. I guess some monsters disguise as kings... I think again. That's when I notice she has metal, maybe iron, handcuffs and I just have duct tape around my hands. Maybe she got out once already.

A/N
Dang, this chapter started kinda boring and look where it went!😂 I hope Maya and Miles are going to be okay! Anywho, this is my longest chapter so I'm going to end this author's note here.
Sincerely, Liv. xox
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