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When She Was Stolen-Prologue
My Life Turned Upside Down
Prologue:
Bri was taken from the front yard. My sister was playing out there while I watched her. I was seventeen and she was seven. I was more like her mother than her sister. While our mother was around physically, she struggled with mental health issues, so I carried on the role of Mother almost from the time Bri was born.
When I lay on the front steps, unable to move, I felt something like a million stings, and I heard Bri’s scream. I was helpless to stop them and our Mother wasn’t aware enough to know what was going on.
Would anyone take care of our Mother and Bri if I died bleeding out on the porch?
Bri had to be found, I had to survive, and I shuddered when I thought about what she was going through.
The cell phone felt heavy in my hands, but I somehow managed to dial 911, finding the words to say what needed to be said.
Lord, why would someone take Bri?
I didn’t wonder why I had been shot. There was no time, my sister was missing, and every minute mattered.
Lord, someone needs to help Bri; she must be so scared and alone.
More than anything else, I fought to stay conscious for my sister.
As I lay on the front porch bleeding and broken, I heard Mom rummaging through drawers, probably in search of her next fix. At that moment, I realized why my sister had been abducted, and I grew more concerned for her.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
August.05.2024
To be continued in Chapter One
