Abducted

Chapter 20

Luana's P.O.V

My thumb hover overs the send button on my phones keyboard. Every time I go to press it my stomach drops 10 stories and my fingers clench around my phone. For the 4th time I'm convinced that I cannot press send. "Just do it, Lu." I mumbled once more. I took a deep breath, this shouldn't be this hard... Should it. My eyes scanned the top of my screen and the contact read "mama". The name was a bit outdated. It was the woman that I thought was my mother, Rebecca. Ever since the night I was taken to the police station, I haven't heard one thing about my 'mothers' whereabouts. I knew that she was under the radar and hiding from police forces. I wanted to know if she would answer me back, but then I realized, why would she keep her phone? The police could track that down and find her. This is crazy- I shouldn't be thinking about her..... Or where she's at.... And why she hasn't been found. I held my thumb on the button that read 'delete', until my message was gone.

The memory of Rebecca and the image of her face was slowly fading in my mind. It was hard to remember what she looked like. All of the bad had taken over the good I saw in her. I don't even know who this women is. How did she know who I was? Once the message has been erased I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. Clenching my phone in my hands before throwing it against my bedroom wall.

My hands tangled in my hair that I had left down that day and straightened. I just couldn't wrap my mind around things. I felt robbed of my entire child hood. I haven't talked to Sam or Tyler in a couple of days and they haven't bothered to talk to me either. My eyes glanced over to the digital clock on my nightstand. 6:13 was the time. It was still yesterday back in LA. I heard obnoxious laughs and yells coming up the stairs, then to my room. It was Luke, Calum, Michael, Ashton, Ben, and Jack. Only then did I realize how red my tear-stained cheeks were. How embarrassing.......

"Uhm.... Bad timing?" Jack asked, cracking a nervous smile. Luke elbowed him. "Well, anyways, we're all going out tonight and then crashing in the basement. Wanna join?" Luke asked. I sighed and wiped away at my cheeks. "Depends... Where are you going?". "We're going out to dinner first, then to the boardwalk." Ben said excited. I couldn't help but go. So I pushed them out of my room before slipping on a tie-dye cropped hoodie with the sleeves cut off, and high waisted light jean shorts with baby pink high-top converse. I already had my hair and makeup done from earlier that day. Just when I pushed my phone into my back pocket, my door creaked open, it was Ashton. "Hey...." He smiled softly. "Hey!" I piped up a bit. But Ashton only looked at me seriously, "I saw you crying earlier.. Are you okay?".

"Yeah- it's just rough not knowing what happened to Rebecca. I don't know if the police ever found her... And if they did, is she getting what she deserves? I don't know, just a lot running through my mind today. But yes, I'm okay." I added a reassuring smile the convince him that I really was okay. He left with a single nod and i followed behind him. Walking downstairs, to the living room, I passed Jack and he lightly grasped my arm pulling me back in front of him. "Lucas! Get your booty over here, Ben too!" He yelled as they made their way over. "Don't you think her shorts are way way waaaaaayyyy too short?" Jack raised an eyebrow as Luke and Ben took notice to my shorts, along with all the other boys.

My shorts weren't that short. They didn't hug my legs and there was nothing showing that you weren't supposed to see. "Yeah- now that I think about it, they are a little on the 'too short' side." Luke nodded. Then, Ben chimed in, "yeah i agree. We don't need any guys trying to pick up our baby sister.". "Yeah! No sister of mine is going to wear those shorts in public" Michael started. "Hush Clifford, you're not even my brother!" I laughed. He put his hand on his hip, looking offended, "like hell i'm not! Of course i am!" I rolled my eyes. "The point of shorts are to be short and comfortable. I am indeed comfortable. You can't see anything that you're not supposed too and any guy that tries to 'pick me up' when I have basically a wolf pack of men with me, is just straight up crazy.... You guys have nothing to worry about." I sassed and added a sweet, innocent smile at the end. "Now... Can we go?"