Anthony: A Fictional Narrative

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One of my own Annabeth go a phone call as she was coming home from work. “Hello Annabeth said”, “SHE'S GONE cried Anthony.” “What do u mean” asked Annabeth, “ASHLYN SHE’S GONE”, cried Anthony once more. Than Dead silence filled the car. “Where IS SHE”, “i don't know I just got home and I see your Dad's car leave the house”. “Damn it, I have something to tell you Anthony that I should have told you before.” “What is it dear, as Anthony trembled in his words.” “I told you my dad went to prison a few times but I never actually told you why”, “The reason he went prison was because he's……..a…….P-p-psychopath. “WHAT!??! ,Anthony screamed in horror. Why haven't you told me this before.” “He's dangerous and can't be trusted so …show more content…

The mystery man or he proclaims he's my grandfather locks all the doors and windows. “Open up” yelled Anthony. “Dad!” Said Ashlyn. “Ashlyn!” Replied Anthony. Than The sound of sirens wailed out the door it was louder than whales I thought to myself. When the mystery man was paying attention to the sirens I spotted a knife. I try grabbing the knife as quiet as a mouse without him hearing me. I gently slide the knife over when the floorboards creek. I stuttered but the man didn't flinch. Than I got it to my hands and pulled the knife behind my back and started slowly cutting away at the rope. Then I unraveled the rope and saw a window to my left. “Come out right now”, yelled Annabeth. “Never”,said the Mystery man. “Why won't he just move” asked Anthony. “Because he's a crazy psychotic man and is just too stubborn” replied Annabeth as she was shaking trying to find her words. The Mystery man was still peaking out the window. That's when I decided to act, I threw the knife right at his hand and his hand Started to gush out a warm red liquid out of his hand and I could see the white of his bone in his