Why Are You So Hard To Find

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I get up out of bed. I can’t possibly sleep, I’m way too excited for tomorrow. I sneak out of the room, staying silent as to not wake Ryland. In the hallway I do a couple kung-fu moves, trying to release some excitement without screaming. I take a deep breath to calm myself down, I then proceed to skip down to the living room.

I’m stopped at the doorway by the sound of whimpering. I try to decipher it but I can’t, I look through the door and see the short blonde hair.

“Riker?” I ask whispering. He frantically wipes his face on his sleeves and turns around.

“Yeah uh—“ he coughs, clearing his throat “What’s up dude?”

“Yo man” I walk over and put my hand on his shoulder, his eyes and cheeks are a burning red, still slightly damp “is something wr—“ A loud noise cuts me off, coming from outside. Riker and I look at each other in confusion. It sounded like one of those stupid dogs, that can’t tell there’s a sliding glass door, just slammed into it. Then we hear a ‘Tap, tap, tap’ at our door. We both go, Riker behind me, to the door, slowly I turn the knob and open it. In front of me I see one of the most horrific scenes I’ve seen, second to anything I’ve seen happen to Sydney. There laying on our welcome mat is a small boy, a bandage on his head that has been bled through tremendously. The worst part? That sinister tapping we just heard, was his shoe, because as we can see now this boy is convulsing.

“Call 911” I say, calmly, confused, and completely out of it.

“Got it” Riker runs off, so I carefully kneel down and pick up this kid. As he seizures in my arms I have to hold myself back from breaking down.

“It’s okay little man” I say laying him down on the couch. That’s when I see him, and I back up in astonishment, tripping slightly over our coffee table. This is that boy that was with Sydney. Oh my God what happened to him, how did he get here?

I hear sirens, and Riker runs back into the room.

“Dude—wait” Riker’s eyes fill with recognition “Do I know this kid?”

“He’s friends with Sydney” I say a matter-of-factly. Riker drags his hand from his hair down the length of his face, a sign of exasperation.

“Shit” is all he can say.

I stare at the boy, his lifeless body staring back at me, still twitching.

There’s a knock at the door and I let Riker get it, I watch the paramedics put the convulsing boy on a stretcher and take him off to the hospital.

“Now what do we do” I say. He breathes deeply, rubbing my shoulder.

“Sleep” I look at him, questioning “We will go see him in the morning, there’s nothing we can do right now”

“I guess you’re right” but I can’t stop thinking, where is Sydney, if he is here?

*Sydney POV*

My head pivots back and forth as my eyes slowly blink open. Where am I? I dazedly look around, squinting my eyes. I’m lying in the back of a car, then I notice I’m tied down, I can’t move. I look at the driver of the car, Derek.

“Hey, Jackass!” I yell, but I realize nothing audible came out, it was just muffled. I move my jaw around and I can feel the duct tape wrapped around my head, covering my mouth. Derek laughs in the front.

“Oh honey you’re up” he says slyly.

Don’t call me honey, fucker. I think

“You know it’s funny, I went to bed earlier, deciding to let you off the hook for being late today, you know because I’m such a caring boyfriend. And yet I was awoken in the midst of my slumber by some drunk trailer trash slamming on my door, screaming. This guy told me that I had his son in my apartment, I tried to rationally tell this man how wrong he was, but when I turned around I saw our window wide open, and when I looked out of it, down below I noticed that the bush down there, well it sure looked like a person had fallen on it. All I wanna know is WHY AM I SO GOD DAMN KIND TO YOU, LETTING YOU COME HOME WHENEVER THE FUCK YOU PLEASE, AND YOU GO TRYING TO RUN AWAY? HUH? TELL ME!” he pauses his screams and then lets out a menacing laugh “oh wait that’s right you can’t! Well don’t worry, you won’t get away again, not that you will want to, after I teach you a lesson.” I see him smirk in his rearview mirror. I close my eyes and clench my teeth.

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