Silence by Rebekah Shimer (summer books TXT) 📕

sighed heavily and realized that I didn’t want to just let him go. I wanted to help him be set free. I brought the flower petals close to my face and blew on them a little. After they left my hand, the wind instantly picked them up and carried them out of sight.

I knew that I would want to stay out by the pond for a little while longer, beings how I really didn’t want my mom to freak out over the fact that I had been crying. I smiled up at the sun and realized that it was probably time for me to go back inside; otherwise my mom might start to wonder where I had gone. I stood up and rubbed the bottom of my jeans off to get the leaves that had clung onto the pant legs of my jeans. I slowly walked up to the hotel room and opened the door. My mom was sitting on the bed, crying at the TV.

I started to ask her, “Mom? What’s . . .”

I looked at the TV screen and fell to my knees.

The headline read:

 

Bruce Johnson escapes from police custody.

 

The reporter said with sadness, “Bruce Johnson was being taken by police to the county jail, which was where he was going to be held until his trial. On the way there, Johnson managed to choke the driver with his handcuffs until he went unconscious, while the other police officer jumped out of the car when he realized that they were headed towards Lake Titan. Detectives were searching for Johnson’s body, but all they found were the handcuffs. They believe Johnson to be dead in Lake Titan, which has yet again claimed another victim . . .”

I just blocked out the rest of what the reporter was saying. I knew that Bruce wasn’t dead.

 

Bruce was alive. He was out. And I knew who his next target was.

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Publication Date: 12-12-2014

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