The Hunting of Lewis (Part 11)

Braquel Schiermeyer, Contributor

I got in Jake’s car, closed the door and drove away. Yes, I did just take his car, but I didn’t have mine, and I didn’t have time for him to drive me home so I could get mine. So the only other option was for me to take his car and leave him alone in the parking lot.

I had no idea where I was going, but then I got a text from an unknown number: “i HaVe yOuR FRiEnD. iF YoU WaNT HeR BrINg ME LewIs, OR yOu’Ll neVeR sEe HeR aGaiN.” Attached to the message was an address and a timer set for 20 hours.

I drove straight to Lewis’s house and walked right inside. He was sitting at his kitchen table eating dinner. When he saw me, he stood up and put his finger to his lips motioning for me to be quiet.

“No, Lewis, I will not be quiet. Do you know what is happening to me right now? Do you know what keeping your secret is doing to the people I love? Did you know that my parents had no idea where I was for two straight days? Oh ya, and guess what…the guy that was trying to kill us, he now has my best friend. So, no Lewis, I will not be quiet!”

“Wait, what happened to Cali?”

“How do you know her name? I never told you that.”

“Hannah, just because I never talk at school, doesn’t mean I don’t notice things.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Lewis,” I said with as much sarcasm as possible. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m still kind of freaking out. Can we go talk?” I pointed at the floor motioning for the maze of tunnels underneath his house. He rolled his eyes, walked me to a wall, put his hand against it, and it opened right up. Turns out, there’s more than one way to enter his underground maze of tunnels.

We started walking and then all of a sudden, there was a loud noise. It sounded as if someone had just dropped a bomb on Lewis’s house. He ran up to a staircase and looked back at me. He told me to stay downstairs and wait for him. He ran up a never ending staircase, into a dark abyss.

(…to be continued)