Sweet Dreams

Chapter 16

A/N:

I am so so sorry for such the wait. I have been super busy with school, homework, rehearsals and other stuff. Its been what a few months? I am honestly really sorry and I promise I'll start updating more often now!

Thanks for being so patient and love you all!

-Julia ♥

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Various pictures flash in my mind. Kayla's terrified face, the diffrent torture instruments. But there was a few things that stood out the most to me. It was a street sign. Beauport Drive, A tattoo of a small red hand of some sort and a plaque with the number 16 across it in silver lettering.I've never seen any of these things in my life and I have no idea what any of them mean. But if it appears in my dream, they must be a clues that will lead me to Kayla.

My eyes flutter open and I am met with the dark room of the hostile. The only source of light was the orange glow that streams through the window from the street lamps.

I turn over and see Jordan curled up in his blankets snoring softly. I close my eyes and try to fall alseep. I find myself thinking about home and my family. How I miss them so much. I'm now hundreds of miles away. And I never felt so alone.

But I'm not alone. I have my best friend just a few feet away from me. Without a second thought, I fling myself from my bed and jump into bed beside Jordan. I snuggle into Jordan's side. Its so warm and comfortable.

Jordan's soft snores lull me to sleep.

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"So did you see anything last night?" Jordan asks before shovelling a fork full of eggs into his mouth.

I turn side to side to make sure no one was close enough to listen. The hostile's buffet was really full this morning. I turn back to him.

"Okay, I did have a dream last night. Thank god. But I don't really get it." I whisper. He eagerly motions me to continue. "There was a sign. A street sign. It read Beauport Drive" I lean back in my seat.

"Well what's that supposed to mean?" he asks. I trow my hands up in the air. "I don't know, Jordan! For God's sakes that's what I just said!" I exclaim. Traveling must make me extra cranky or something.

"Calm down! It was a rhetorical question. I was asking myself." he says shooting a look to shut me up. I roll my eyes and think of all the possiblites that this sign could mean.

Maybe it was the street where one of those french boutiques that Kayla always talks about that might help us lead us to her. Or maybe there is a place on that street that her abducters go to sometimes, maybe the Cafe de Flore is on that street! It all makes sense!

"Or maybe Kayla is actually on that street?" Jordan suggested sipping on his orange juice. I finally realized that I was saying all that out loud. But what Jordan saI'd was highly possible.

"That was my third guess." I shrugged taking a sip of my tea. He raises an eye brow. "I'm sure it was, Jade." I can feel my lips twitch into a smile.

"So what are we going to do? If she is on that street?" I say taking another sip of my tea. He shrugs. "Just walk around the street and see what's there. See what buildings that look like they can hold a abducted girl."

"Okay sounds good. But what if nothing seems out of the ordinary? What then?" I ask.

"We'll figure that out after investigating the street." Jordan says waving his hand dismissively. I open my mouth to protest but shut it quickly. I know no matter how hard and long I argue, I know I'm not going to win.