long?â he asked harshly.
My lips trembled, but nothing came out of them. Iâd prayed only a few minutes ago, but now I was too numb even to do that.
âShe couldnât have called the cops. The phones are all gone. I put âem in a box with the other little junk that I carried away in the first load.â
âSo who knows youâre here?â the deeper-voiced leader asked. He was standing a few steps below me, now, and his eyes, a very pale blue, were boring into mine. Blue eyes ought to have been friendly, but these werenât. They were icy, mean.
I tried once more to speak. What would they do if they thought someone else knew and would rescue me very soon?
âMy school nurse knows,â I managed to croak desperately. âAnd my mom. Sheâs . . . supposed to pick me up in a few minutes. . . .â
They were communicating something with their eyes. I couldnât read them for sure, but I didnât think they believed me.
âSheâs lying,âmy closest tormentor said. âNobodyâs coming to get her.â
The leader licked his lips, glaring as if he really was ready to strangle me with his bare hands, right there in the upstairs hall. âWell, we donât want to take any chances. Letâs get the rest of the stuff loaded and get out of here.â
âWhat are we gonna do with her, then?â
âTie her up. Itâll take all three of us to load that piano. The rest of the stuff wonât take long, but letâs move it. Just in case somebody does show up.â
I wasnât prepared to be shoved suddenly forward onto the stairs. I went down on one knee and was jerked upward as if my captor didnât care how much he hurt me getting me where he wanted me to go. âBuddy, get me some of that clothesline weâre gonna use to keep the blankets on the piano.â He was propelling me down the stairs, and it took all the effort I had to stay on my feet. If I fell heâd probably drag me or walk on me, and I was already hurting from the pressure of his hand. He was strong enough to make me do anything he wanted; there was no point in struggling and getting hurt even worse.
âWhereâll I tie her? Weâre taking all the chairs out of here,â he said as we reached the main floor.
Our dining room set was as old as I was, and I didnât think it would be worth much if they sold it, but it was the only one we had. I was sagging again, but the man held me up with one hand, as if it were no effort at all.
âWeâre not taking the kitchen chairs,â the leader said. âTheyâre just junk.â
Under other circumstances Iâd have been insulted to hear our possessions described as junk. Right this minute I was too scared to care.
âHurry up, Bo,â Buddy said, and the one called Bo thrust me ahead of him along the hallway to the back of the house, banging me against the walls as we went.
âIt wonât do you any good to resist,â he told me angrily as he used one foot to pull a chair out from the table and forced me to sit on it. âIf you donât behave, donât think I wonât hurt you.â
I had no doubt about that at all. I collapsed into the chair, glad to sit down, because I wasnât going to be able to stand, anyway. Thebackpack was a bulky weight between me and the chair, but he didnât take it off.
âPut your hands behind the back of the chair,â he ordered. I obeyed, feeling him looping the rope around the crossbars so that even if I stood up I wouldnât be able to free myself of the chair. I wondered frantically if theyâd just take our goods and go, leaving me behind. Iâd have to sit here until someone came home and found me, and by then theyâd be miles away. It no longer seemed to matter so much if they took Dadâs picture and Jeffâs piano. What mattered was still being alive when my parents came
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