AN: This is my first story:)

Title: The Missing Link

All characters belong to S. Meyer


(12 years ago)

The ice cream dripped down my wrist as I watched the sun set behind my house. Mommy had told me that I had loved sunsets since before I could talk. She told me that I was more beautiful than all the sunsets in the world, and I had smiled at her and said she was too. I loved talking with mommy.

Drip. Drip. Drip. My hands were getting sticky. I should go wash them. As I jumped off the swing, I thought I heard something fall inside my house. 'Its probably that hammer that mommy told daddy to pick up this morning', I laughed as I thought of how daddy would try to cover the dent in the floor before mommy saw it. I would help him. We'd be like spies on a secret mission. Drip. Drip. Drip.

I raced down the path towards my house. As I got to the open front door, I heard loud voices. Shouting voices. Did mommy see the dent already? But no, those were two men shouting at each other. I didn't like it. Daddy never shouted like that. Drip. Drip. Drip. I paused outside the door, listening. One of the men yelled "I told you to get in and get out. Now look at this mess that I'll have to clean up. No gloves either! Its like you're trying to get us caught." Gloves? But its summer, why would the man need gloves? Mommy says I can only wear my new pretty green gloves when it starts to snow. I can't wait for it to snow. The other man shouted back "Fine then! You can just do it yourself the next time. Don't come crawling back to me when you need someone to do your dirty work for you." Dirty work. Maybe that's why they needed gloves. There was a loud crash and a shout of pain. "I pay you and you do as I say. Simple as that. You didn't even do the job thoroughly you idiot. I don't see the little girl's body anywhere." There was silence then and the other man quietly said "Lets just get out of here before the police come." These men were starting to scare me. Police? Body? The police only came for bad guys and bodies were another word for dead people. I wanted mommy, but she was inside with those men. Drip. Drip. Drip. What was that dripping noise? My ice cream had stopped melting a while ago. Drip. Drip. Drip. I heard footsteps. Those men were going to come out and see me. Those men, who were bad guys because they didn't want the police to catch them. I turned and ran.

I hid behind the tree my daddy had built the swing on. I hid and I watched. A few minutes later, I saw the first man come out of the house, dragging something behind him. I watched in horror as I saw my daddy, his eyes closed and blood dripping down his head, being dragged to the van I now saw parked in my driveway. The man tossed my daddy, who was kind and strong and afraid of nothing, into the back of the van like he was one of my dolls. I wanted to cry. Wanted to scream and shout and beg for my daddy to wake up and fight those men, but I remained silent, too scared to do anything but watch. The second man came out of the house then, dragging mommy behind him in the same way. I watched, tears streaming down my face as he threw mommy into the van too, dead and bleeding. I watched them climb into the van and drive away, leaving me and my tears behind that tree.

I cried as the police cars arrived. Cried as someone lifted me into their arms and carried me into the house. Cried as I saw the blood dripping from the counter, making that awful Drip. Drip. Drip. I lay on the floor, crying till I was sick, police officers talking in hushed voices around me. I was once again lifted into someone's arms and gently placed in the back of a police car. I didn't care. My mommy and daddy were dead. I was alone. i just wanted to sleep and pretend that this was all just a bad bad dream.

AN: That's the prologue! I hope you liked it. I will finish this story because I know how annoying it is when a story gets abandoned halfway. Reviews are much appreciated:)