Intertwine (Book 3)

Chapter One

As much as I desperately tried to think positive, I could not stop thinking of the horrible possibility about my mother. I relived the scene of the house over and over again in my head. Each and every time, I had to push back raging emotions.

I picked up my cellphone. Searching through my recent outgoing calls, I dialed my mother's cell phone number.

It rung for a few seconds before her voice echoed, repeating the vivid message I had heard numerous times.

'Hey, this is Terra; sorry, I missed your call. Leave your name and number, and I will be sure to return your call. Bye.'

I disconnected the phone. I began to cry again as I looked down at my outgoing call log. I scrolled down, watching my mother's name with a pink heart emoji appear over and over again.

Did I think calling her phone for the 100th time would work? I believed that maybe, just maybe, I would hear her pick up the phone and say 'yes Aniyah?’

I clicked on her name again. Before I could push the call button, my bedroom door creaked open. I did not care who walked in; however, I had a hunch of who it could be.

"What is going on?" I asked, keeping my head low and hidden.

"I have James and Carlos tracking and the others searching as well." His voice was low and deep. He desperately tried to sound confident that we would find her, but he has been trying for over two weeks now.

I felt the bed cave beside me before an arm latched around my waist. I leaned into him, resting my head against his broad shoulder.

Where is she? We knew this had something to do with vampires but whom? Where did they take her? Why? Is she still? I did not want to think of such possibilities but I knew it was a chance.

"We will find her." He sounded confident.

For some reason, I would see myself growing angry, fuming with hostility every time he said that to me. As many times as I wanted to lash out and scream, I decided to contain my anger. I knew he was doing all he could to find my mother, and I loved him for that.

I looked out of the window. The large moon stood outside of our open aperture. I began to loathe the moon. I swear it only reminded me of another sleepless night I had to prepare for.

I'm tired." I lied.

Standing up, he pulled the comforter back, allowing me to slip in before he placed the large plush comforter over my weak frame. I turned away from him, hiding my redden face that was preparing for the tears. He slid in behind me and wrapped his arms around my thinning waist.

Finding comfort in his hold, I pressed my body against his and began to shed the tears I had struggled to keep contained throughout the day.