Unknown Passions: Fan Fiction
Home Chapter 4
Jessica was taking a shortcut to the bed and breakfast.
She was almost positive who Pilar's missing daughter was.
It was just the issue of telling somebody.
Theresa obvisouly didn't want to bothered.
She wouldn't have given her money if she did.
Jessica finally made it to the B&B.
She rushed through the back entrance.
Still not knowing what to do.
Thoughts raced through Jessica's mind.
Tell Pilar.
Tell Theresa.
Tell nobody.
Send info to tabloids (I had to put that in).
Then Jessica heard crying.
Sobbing.
From room 5.
Where she was.
Did she know?
Or what if something else was wrong.
What if she needed her?
What if something was wrong?
Jessica started to walk down the hall wondering if she was making the right descion.
Was she?
She finally came to room 5, deep in thought.
Should she knock?
Should she turn away?
She couldn't just stand here all day.
She finally decided to knock.
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She couldn't believe he called.
Again.
And again.
Over and over.
What did he want?
They all wanted something.
But he was different.
Very different.
She cointuned to sit there.
Curled up.
In a ball.
On the chair.
Crying.
Weaping.
Sobbing.
Then she heard a knock.
What if it was him.
What if he followed her?
What did he want?
Why would he follow her?
She slowly got up.
Inching her way towards the door.
Not knowing what to do.
These were the moments she thanked god for peep holes.
As she looked through she saw the person.
It was the girl.
No more than about 15.
Still in pigtails.
Theresa wiped her eyes and opened the door.
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Hank was walking down the street on the way to his sister in-laws bed and breakfast.
It kept getting harder to walk in Harmony in the winter.
Snow always covered the ground.
As he walked up he saw a body laying flat on a half covered by snow.
He raced up to it.
What if he knew this person?
What if it was Grace?
Sam?
Jessica?
Kay?
Gwen?
Gwen.
That smile.
Those eyes.
She was just misunderstood.
She was actually a good person.
As he looked at it he noticed the body was none other than a Crane.
Unfortuntally one of the two good ones.
Ethan and Sheridan.
Nothing like their parents.
It was Ethan.
Laying there with a cell phone next to him.
Must have hit his temple or something.
What would posses a person to throw a cell phone at somebody.
At least pick something good.
Like a rock, hammer, or even a rolling pin.
But a cell phone.
Hank rushed into the B&B for a phone.
He needed to call 911.
He looked at the front desk.
Nobody was there.
Not, Grace, Jessica, or Kay.
Where were they?
It didn't matter.
He was family.
This was an emergency.
Hank jumped over the desk and looked for the phone.
