Captive

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"Always help someone. You might be the only one that does." — Unknown.

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Jeremy

"Dad," I touch my Dad's shoulder, looking at him with worried eyes. My stomach turns and twist, the worry and nerves making me feel uneasy. "Octavia hasn't been back for two hours, has she called?"

"No," He shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest, his face full of worry too as he looks at me. "not yet, we've been calling. Her phone is always with her, I don't understand why she isn't picking up." Dad sighs, pressing his lips in a thin line.

And just as I was about to open my mouth, our phones started blaring and we took out our phones to check what it was.

Amber Alert.

Dad sucks in a breath, as my own eyes widened.

"Chris!" My Mom suddenly screams from inside the house, her voice filled with fear. "Get in here! Now!"

I sprinted inside the house with my Dad, as does the rest of our family, and we stop in the living room. Mom had the front door open, and there were two cops that I never seen in my life standing just on the porch. Dad walks over to them quickly, and I stand behind them.

The man on the left pulled his hat down, he was wearing the usual uniform. He was almost as tall as me, could only go up to my shoulder, he's light skin, green eyes and a little bit of a mustache growing, probably around the same age as me. Beside him was a woman officer, she looks familiar but I can't put my finger where I have seen her before, yet she looked much older than the guy standing next to her. Her features were proud, eyes showing a bit concern, her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail as she nods at my parents. She starts to speak, a bit of a Southern accent along with it. "As much as I hate it, I hate to tell you both Mr and Mrs. Parker, we believe that there was a kidnapping at the local Walmart, your seventeen year old Octavia Parker was taken violently by two unidentified men from her car. Amber Alert is now in action—" My Dad cut her off, his eyes widening as he register her words in his head.

At her words, I could feel my heart drop down to the pit of my stomach. Chest squeezing, and heart clenching, I couldn't breathe.

This isn't happening. This can't be happening.

"My baby girl," he whispers to himself, before grabbing his phone from his pocket and shoving through the two cops, running to his car. I could hear him shouting into his phone while my Mom burst into tears, collapsing onto her knees, her hand to her chest.

The two officers gives us a look before rushing over to my Dad, saying things that went through one ear and out the other.

My sister.

She's been kidnapped.

       I ran after my Dad.

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Octavia

       Never try to hit a man while blinded and tied up. It won't end pretty, trust yo girl here.

       "Are we there yet?" I whined, pouting as I lean against the seat behind me. The men choose to ignore me.