Where Is Joy Allen?
by Adelaide Barker
Where is Joy Allen?
The 22-year-old recently certified CPA was last seen by her
two-years-younger sister, June Allen, on Friday, July 16. This was the night before
she married Brian Kelly, her sweetheart since they were teenagers. Joy
left her wallet, debit, and credit
cards on her dresser. Her makeup kit was left in the bathroom. The keys to her
car were on the kitchen
counter. No clothes are missing. Her phone, Joy's constant companion, was on the floor. She left no
Where is Joy Allen? That is
that has hounded
her former fiancé,
Brian, for the past five years. Thankfully, June, Joy’s younger sister,
has been his comfort during this
trying time. The two of them are always seen together at church and family gatherings.
Even though the family
is nagged by the absence of the “Joy of their
world.” Two years ago, June and Brian
were married, and the young son, Tommy,
the following year. Joy's father
died last year, and her mother is in
a nursing home in a declining
state of dementia. It is time to
sell their house.
“I know we should
sell the house,
but I’m not going over there to clean it out,” June screamed. “I don’t
ever want to go back there.”
“OK. I’ll do it, or
to do it,” Brian said. "Why do you avoid going to that house?
You wouldn’t even go visit
your parents there.
You made them come over here."
are bad. I don't have time for sad memories. I have to take
care of Tommy," she said. The blonde-haired-dyed-brown, 5' 9" well-toned exercise
fanatic turned and exited the room.
On the drive to the house,
Brian's thoughts turned to Joy. He could see the image of the blonde-haired, blue-eyed
vivacious woman he loved. He still has trouble dealing with the sullen introvert sister.
June spends most of her time somewhere in the
fog of another world. Where is
June? he asks himself.
At the house, Brian begins his
plan to clean things up. He parks his truck in
the driveway and punches the button on the
door opener. He takes in a deep breath and looks at the mess.
Oh, my God, where
do I start? I need help, he
There's that old broken-down freezer. Mr. Allen never got somebody to take
it away. Why is there a chain and lock connected to the doors?
Brian gets the bolt cutters from
the workbench and cuts the chain. He
pulls the door open. "Holy shit," he screams. Joy is no longer missing.
in the airtight freezer stares out at him with
wide-open eyes and a look
Her fingers are missing nails from scratching at the door. Brian
falls to the floor, crying
uncontrollably. What do I do now? Should I call
the police? Yes, Joy was murdered. Who would murder
Joy? Who would do such a thing?
Brian gets off the floor and goes
to his truck. He knows
the answer to that question.
June met him at the door.
"Where in the hell have you been?" she yelled.
her with a blank face. The silence between them was
know where I've been," he finally says. "Do you know
what I found
in that old freezer
in the garage?" The expression on her face
gave him the answer.
"Wait! Wait! It's not what you think.
It was an
“An accident? How in
the hell was her murder an accident?”
Brian could sense that June was
trying to come up with an explanation. "We … we had too much to drink. You
know, celebrating the wedding. Joy fell down and hit her head on the cocktail table.
I tried to wake her up, but she was dead," June said, as tears
rolled down her cheeks.
“Why didn’t you call someone? Why did you put her in
the freezer if it was an
“I’ve been asking those same questions for years.”
“Wait! Wait!" June kept saying as Brian strangled her, and June's
Adelaide Barker is 12
years-old and in the seventh grade. She has taken creative writing classes
since the second grade. Addie finished fourth in a district short story
competition when she was eight. Addie wants to be a travel writer when she
paintings and collages have
appeared in shows at various venues in Manhattan, including
the Back Fence in Greenwich Village, the Producer’s Club, the Black Door Gallery
on W. 26th St., and one other place she can’t remember, but it was in
a basement, and she was well received.