Kidnapped

Taken

Jeremy Clarkson watched my expression as I digested his appearance. I shook my head. No. Jeremy has been in Druid Hospital since the day the police released him from questioning. DH was not the type of mental institute that allowed technology and even visiting was limited to members of his family only.

He shouldn't be on my laptop screen right now. I shouldn't be staring into his warm caramel eyes and knowing fully that it was him.

I opened my mouth. "Um...." Jeremy's mouth curved into a little frown.

"What? Are you surprised?" He asked, moving his mouth this time. "Are you not supposed to be powerful? A know-it-all?" His eyes drifted behind me where some of my things started floating in the air.

"No... I don't get it," I said pulling on a chair to sit on. "Why...? Jeremy? Jeremy Clarkson?"

"Yes," he sighed an impatient sigh. "I'm Jeremy Clarkson, the kid that you told on."

I glanced at the room behind him. There wasn't much. He had a make-shift bed on the floor, sandals next to the bed, and a few science fiction novels in the corner. I had visited his room in my textbooks enough times to know where everything was with my eyes closed. "I'm-I'm so sorry-"

Jeremy held up a hand, shaking his head. "Forget about that. It's already done. Just be-"

"Jeremy!" A loud scream interrupted him. "Jeremy, we're here!" The screen wavered and Mrs. Clarkson appeared with Kendra momentarily. Jeremy groaned, tipping his head back. He looked back at me with an annoyed glare.

"Just be careful tonight, Geneva!"

The screen turned back to black, but not before a message popped up: I'm serious!

I sat back in my seat and a second later, everything that was floating crashed to the ground. What did I have to be careful about? And why was Jeremy Clarkson involved? I could write it off as a vision, but my visions usually had my mom as a patron. She appeared when I needed help. It was-- I gather-- my consciousness' way of making my choices seem familiar. Who was more familiar than my mother? Jeremy and I didn't really hang out, so him appearing in some kind of vision isn't ideal.

Jeremy wasn't the type to ask me to go somewhere or keep in touch after school, even though we lived right across from each other. We always nodded and were each other's company when we're partnered for school projects.

A knock pulled me out of my thoughts and my mom appeared in the open doorway. She glanced around my room, at the random things lying on the floor behind me, before shaking her head. "I thought I heard something crashing in here." She folded her arms.

When my mother folds her arms, it means a few things. But mainly it meant:

1.) I'm disappointed in you.

2.) Explain what I heard.

3.) I got bad news.

I shrugged. There is no way that I can just tell my mom about the warning I got from a pissed off kid in a mental institute. Especially when he warned me about tonight. My mom could be the world's most aloof parent, but she could also be the world's most cautious parent too. Most of the time she's both simultaneously. It gets a little bit confusing, but it's best she doesn't know.

"I was just talking to myself," I said. I got up and started putting my things away. When I looked up Mom was still standing in the doorway, but there was a tilt to her head now.

"Yes," she smiled, "but usually that means something, right? Was it a vision?"

I didn't hesitate. "No. It wasn't a vision." I decided to use a Ms . Lib excuse. These days Ms. Lib was always looking for ways to get me into trouble. She was still mad at Mom for snagging my dad before...
My dad?