Tuesday, September 11, 2012; 1:03 PM
~17~ (Tuesday, September 11, 2012; 1:03 PM)
My phone rang, and I looked down to see that it was my dad. I decided to answer as I slid to accept the call.
“What do you want, Dad?” I asked, annoyed.
“Jack!” I heard a panicked voice say quietly. It wasn’t Dad. It was…Luke.
“Luke?” I asked. Was I talking to my brother?
“Jack, I don’t have much time.” I heard Luke’s worried, maybe even weak, voice say.”
“Luke, where are you?” I screeched.
“I’m at Dad’s.” Luke said. “He’s holding me here against my will, please help me.”
“Oh my God he’s here!” Luke said.
“Who’s there? Dad? Luke, are you safe?”
“Whatever you do Jack don’t bring cops.” Luke said, then the call abruptly ended.
I put my phone down. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t believe what just happened. What should I do? What can I do?
I pulled out my phone and dialed 0-0-0. I was about to press call when I decided I needed to do what Luke said.
Making a quick decision, and feeling like Luke’s life was in serious danger, I grabbed a bat and my car keys and headed out.