I'm coming after you.

Taken.

Adam's  POV

I woke up on the couch, the T.V was stirring, and Skye was fast asleep in my arms, her breathing soft and the rise and fall of her chest steady. It was early afternoon, around 2pm, we'd both fallen asleep again, I must have been tired because I never take naps, in fact I've never taken a daytime nap in my life. Not that I can remember anyways. I sigh and gently kiss her on the forehead. Last night was indescribable. The word perfect seems to fall short. But it will have to do. It was perfect.  I placed my head back on top of hers and drifted off again.

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I woke again to the delightful smell of bacon frying. Wow. She knew just how to make me happy. I grabbed my Iphone and checked the time, it was 4pm. I tiptoed over to Skye and wrapped my arms around her waist. She turned around and kissed me lightly.

'Adam, we really need groceries'

I sighed.

'I know, I've been putting it off, I'll quickly run out now, I'll literally be 10 minutes'

I grabbed a piece of bacon. She gasped and slapped me round the arm.

'Naughty!'

I chuckled, grabbed my car keys, and bolted out of the door.

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I was in the car, a boot full of grocery bags, when my phone rang. It was probably Skye, reminding me to get milk. I chuckled inwardly and answered.

'Hello?'

'Adam. Tell me you're with Skye right now'

It was Steve.

'N-no i'm out getting groceries'

'Christ Adam what did I say. Don't leave her alone, never leave her alone.'

'Steve, she's fine, she's only been on her own for 15 minutes, I'm on my way back now'

'You'd better hope it's not too late. They're coming for her Adam. They know exactly where she is and they're coming. I'll do what I can.'

He hung up.

A surge of energy coursed through me. I hit the gas to the floor and sped off home.

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I swung the door open.

'SKYE?' I yelled, running straight into the kitchen. My heart stopped beating.

The bacon was burning in the pan, and smeared across my kitchen floor, was a trail of blood.

'SKYE' I yelled again, choosing not to believe what was right before my eyes.

I started to sob uncontrollably. I dialled Steve's number. He picked up immediately.

'S-STEVE. THEY'VE TAKEN HER, THEY'VE GOT HER STEVE, P-PLEASE'

'I know, and I'm sorry Adam, we all did the best we could'

'WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE DID THE BEST WE COULD, YOU'RE NOT JUST GOING TO LEAVE HER ARE YOU, TELL ME YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LEAVE HER'

'Adam. She's already dead.'

I staggered backwards. No. No. She's not dead. No. Not my Skye. The last thing I hear is Steve's muffled voice

'Adam... Adam... Adam?'

And then.

Nothing.