Princess Jazzy
President of the Dak Prescott Fanclub
...reaching for her phone. A sharp pain shot through her head as soon as she tried to press send on her phone. It hummed and vibrated as bright, vivid images that seemed more unreal by the moment flashed before her. She could clearly see her kids. Her home. Her life. Marco. The weight of her sorrow from being separated from them was so great she called out in anguish.
“Henri!” Maria cried, grabbing her arm.
“I’m okay,” the woman replied, trying to shake off the pain that threatened to dismantle her. Henri sucked in a sharp breath and finished her text to Frankie. A loud tweeting sounded through the kitchen. Tai shoved the last of his peanut butter sandwich in his mouth and followed the sound.
“Call it,” Tai instructed through a mouth full of bread. Henri did as she was told. To her and Maria’s dismay, the phone begin singing Cardi B’s latest ratchet anthem. Sure enough, Tai retrieved the cell from where it had been placed on the counter by the back door.
“Oh no! Where is she?” Maria demanded, jumping up. The woman looked ready to pass out.
“Don’t panic,” Henri coaxed, joining her on her feet. “She could still be in the house for all we know.”
Maria grabbed Henri’s arms and planted her frantic, hawkish eyes on her.
“I can’t lose her,” she said. “Frankie is all I have left.”
“We’ll find her,” Henri said reassuringly. “Let’s split up and search.”
Maria nodded, forcing a smile though she felt ready to faint. She tried to be strong and believe Henri’s words. She tried to believe that an ill fate hadn’t visited her twice to take yet another of her grandchildren. Only all she could feel was the fierce intuition that told her something was very very wrong.
“Aww sh!t!” Frankie muttered as the car hit yet another bump. Her body slammed once again against the hard artifacts sharing the trunk space with her. She wanted to what the things were. Only, besides the red glare of the brake lights, the trunk was pitch black. Besides, she had more pressing issues to worry about. Like where were they going and how in the world she was going to get out of her cramped new home. And what would she do if and when she was discovered.
She generally wasn’t claustrophobic, but the lack of space made it difficult not to be. Especially when she could hear Olivia’s muted shouts. The woman seemed to be extra angry and kept referencing some mission she swore the driver of the car was going to screw up.
Frankie thought she made out the sinister pair saying something about rearranging time to their benefit, but it sounded so outlandish, Frankie wondered if she’d heard right.
“Getting my sister was the last piece of the puzzle,” Frankie heard Olivia declare. “This isn’t rocket science. Once I get what I need from her, then you’ll move in and do what needs to be done.”
“And what is that?” The man asked.
“Well, duh. You’ll stop her from all time in all dimensions. You’ll kill her.”
“Henri!” Maria cried, grabbing her arm.
“I’m okay,” the woman replied, trying to shake off the pain that threatened to dismantle her. Henri sucked in a sharp breath and finished her text to Frankie. A loud tweeting sounded through the kitchen. Tai shoved the last of his peanut butter sandwich in his mouth and followed the sound.
“Call it,” Tai instructed through a mouth full of bread. Henri did as she was told. To her and Maria’s dismay, the phone begin singing Cardi B’s latest ratchet anthem. Sure enough, Tai retrieved the cell from where it had been placed on the counter by the back door.
“Oh no! Where is she?” Maria demanded, jumping up. The woman looked ready to pass out.
“Don’t panic,” Henri coaxed, joining her on her feet. “She could still be in the house for all we know.”
Maria grabbed Henri’s arms and planted her frantic, hawkish eyes on her.
“I can’t lose her,” she said. “Frankie is all I have left.”
“We’ll find her,” Henri said reassuringly. “Let’s split up and search.”
Maria nodded, forcing a smile though she felt ready to faint. She tried to be strong and believe Henri’s words. She tried to believe that an ill fate hadn’t visited her twice to take yet another of her grandchildren. Only all she could feel was the fierce intuition that told her something was very very wrong.
“Aww sh!t!” Frankie muttered as the car hit yet another bump. Her body slammed once again against the hard artifacts sharing the trunk space with her. She wanted to what the things were. Only, besides the red glare of the brake lights, the trunk was pitch black. Besides, she had more pressing issues to worry about. Like where were they going and how in the world she was going to get out of her cramped new home. And what would she do if and when she was discovered.
She generally wasn’t claustrophobic, but the lack of space made it difficult not to be. Especially when she could hear Olivia’s muted shouts. The woman seemed to be extra angry and kept referencing some mission she swore the driver of the car was going to screw up.
Frankie thought she made out the sinister pair saying something about rearranging time to their benefit, but it sounded so outlandish, Frankie wondered if she’d heard right.
“Getting my sister was the last piece of the puzzle,” Frankie heard Olivia declare. “This isn’t rocket science. Once I get what I need from her, then you’ll move in and do what needs to be done.”
“And what is that?” The man asked.
“Well, duh. You’ll stop her from all time in all dimensions. You’ll kill her.”