The OUTCASTS- The Beginning (Completed)

Chapter 27

I had a night full of nightmares again. I didn't start to change, but George woke me a few times, stopping that from becoming a possibility. He later settled on the floor again. Like he had done what seemed a long time ago. My parents didn't come out of their room until after I went out the front door. It gave me some peace and quiet. Which I was grateful for. I was too exhausted to fight again.

We went to school, and I went to Ms. Emily's office for my therapy session.

She asked how I'd been sleeping, how am I coping and if I had any PTSD from when I was kidnapped.

I told her that my sleep isn't much different since I've moved to town, which was partially the truth. I didn't tell her about Andrew, but I did have a lot of nightmares after he died. I lied a bit about the coping part, I told her I was coping fine. I was starting to feel a bit like myself again and that I still had a bit of PTSD, but not enough to effect my everyday life. I threw that in so her report wouldnt say that I was a psychopath, that isn't effected by traumatic events.

Once my hour was over, I was glad to be out of there. I had enough of talking about my feelings. I stretched and looked around looking for George. He was usually there, but I did come out early, so I thought he was on his way. I waited for a few minutes, but he didn't come. I went to my locker, but he wasn't there either. I figured that he must have been at our next class. I grabbed my books and got to class just in time. I scanned the room, but his seat was empty. If I wasn't already in the classroom or late, I would have walked out and went to look for him. I fought against the urge and took my seat. I couldn't focus on the class. the teacher spoke, I was aware of that, but all I could hear, all I could feel is panic. I tried to shake it off. Hoping that he was somewhere, still at Mr. D's class or that Mrs. Jenkins had called an emergency drama club meeting. I decided to check if his car was still there in lunch time. If it was and I couldn't find him, then I would start to worry. I could hold out for two more hours.

Those two hours were the worst. I kept trying to focus on my schoolwork, but my mind kept flicking to George. My gut told me that there was something really wrong. I pushed down the panic that filled me deep down. I reminded myself that I had thought Mr. D was in trouble last night, and I had been wrong. Although, he was with a hunter. Had my instincts not warned me that Mr. D was in trouble, but that there was a danger? What were they telling me now? That George was in serious trouble or that there was trouble here? I didn't know. All I knew was that something bad was happening.

When the lunch bell finally rang, I was the first to run out of the class. I kept running to the parking lot. People stared at me and gave me looks, but I just ran.

I had gotten to the parking lot and scanned it, hoping, no, praying that his car wasn't there and that he was fine. There in the spot where we parked that morning stood his yellow bug. I stared at it; the panic now rose to the surface.

I fumbled in my pockets for my phone. I struggled to type in his name, my shaky hands kept typing the wrong letters. I retyped his name several times when I finally got it right.

I pressed the call button. It rang 6 times when his voice came through.

"Hey," a brief moment of relief came before his voice cut me off before I could speak, "It's George, please leave a message," as fast as the relief came, it was chased away. I called about 13 more times before I wanted to run around and frantically search for him. Taking deep and calming breaths. I went to the cafeteria, to look for him there and the other likely places he would be. He wasn't anywhere. I checked with the administration office, they said that he never showed up for any of his classes, not even first period. They asked if I had seen him, and I just said no. They wanted to alert the security, but I said that he might be somewhere in the school yard and forgot to tell me. After I told them that I didn't want them to waste their time, when it could probably be nothing. That stopped them.

I went to the lockers again and checked inside of his to see if he left something, a note, drawing, anything. He didn't. I remembered after I was kidnapped, we gave our combinations to each other, in case something happened or just for emergencies. I went to mine next. After opening it a piece of paper fluttered to the ground. I stared at it for a moment, not knowing what to do. Shaking myself back to reality, I scooped it up and examined the outside. It was a normal piece of paper that was perfectly folded into quarters. I quickly sniffed it; I didn't recognize the scent. I hesitantly opened it. There in neatly written letters stood, "If you ever want to see him again, come back to the place where it all started," I stared at it.

After going through all the alternatives, I only had one thing to do. Actually two. One was I could track him down myself, skip the rest of the school day and find him on my own. That was unwise. Even with my stubborn, rebellious butt. I knew that if something had happened to him or someone took him, doing it alone is the way that would get me killed. Not to mention, the school board might suspend me if I decided to ditch school. The second option, the seemingly only option- as much as I hated it- was to call my parents and ask for help. Before the bell rang, I called them and explained that I couldn't find him. My dad of course just wanted to shrug and write it off as George being rebellious.

But my mom heard the panic in my voice and knew that I wouldn't just call them.

She persuaded my dad, more like ordered him, to come get me. The period after lunch didn't last long when they signed me out. Once we were in the car. They both turned in their seats to look at me. "Do you have an idea where he might be?" my mom asked.

"No," I said in a small voice.