Tapout

Dream.

Chapter 47

Lucas' Point of View.

It's been two days. Two fucking days of not knowing where the love of my life is at. If she's alive, if she's safe, I miss her so fucking much. Once I found the necklace I probably sat and cried for 30 minutes, I'm not ashamed. Especially because it has been a constant since I came back. Zay said he was bringing me home, but he brought me to my dad's, I don't really consider this my home anymore.

Riley is my home.

My Riley. I miss her smile, her laugh, I miss everything about her and I am so scared that I'll never get to see her again. I grip the necklace tighter in my hands. I snatch my phone and dial Josh. "Hey anything?"

"I'm talking to a new detective right now. Since it has been 2 days and you found the necklace they're willing to make an exception."

"Thank God."

"I don't know who to thank. But right now I'm pretty fucking furious with the deity above."

I feel my emotions hitting the surface. Hell who am I kidding, they've been on the surface. "Just uh, keep me updated."

"Absolutely."

The chain is broken so it was forced off of her, on purpose or accident I'm not sure. She wouldn't take this off on her own. I've come to the conclusion she was kidnapped. That's why I quit looking on the streets for her. Shit. I run into my bathroom and throw up, again. The word kidnapped alone makes me sick. I want my baby girl back.

"Sparky, are you going to stop with those damn nicknames?"

"Nope."

"Tell me something, is it worth the argument?"

"Nope."

"Did I give up on correcting you before I lost my memory?"

"Yup."

"Fine. Let's see that's 3 nicknames. I feel pretty bad only giving you one."

"Yeah but yours is original. Sparky, I love it."

I lay back down on my bed and patiently wait for Josh to get back. I need to go to Riley's room, I need to smell her and I need to lay in our bed together. I'm fucking exhausted, I haven't slept in days. Every time I close my eyes I picture her and that goddamn smile I fell in love with. You know what that's a lie, I did fall asleep for an hour yesterday but I woke up from a dream. Of her, because the universe loves to torture me.

I was lying on her bed and she came into the room, and was just staring at me with a smile. I flip around and embrace her in my arms. "Oh my God. Where did you go? What happened Riley? You scared us all to death." She doesn't say anything but is returning the hug, and for right now that's all I want. She leans backward and smirks at me, my thumbs caress her cheek and I gaze into her eyes. "Baby talk to me, what happened? Where'd you go for 2 fucking days?" Her smile slowly begins to fade and tears fall down her cheeks. "No baby girl don't cry." I try to wipe them away with my thumb but it's no use they don't flick away. I remember her making a joke about how she wished her bad feelings were as easy to wipe away as flowing tears so I always took pride in wiping them away. But they won't go anywhere. "Riley talk to me beautiful."

"Help."

I furrow my brows and tilt my head to the side. "Baby what'd you say?"

"Help." She starts to meander backwards and I instinctually follow after her. "I love you Lucas." And then she was gone.