The Uniques

Chapter Three

~One year later~

            The plane landed in the small town I called ‘home’.

            I got off, and my parents were waiting for me, grinning. “Hey Mum, Hey Dad,” I greeted, pulling them into a hug. Greg stood behind me, waiting patiently. “This is Greg, my boyfriend,” I said, smiling.

            Greg introduced himself confidently, and I knew my Dad already loved him. We headed back to my place and Greg moved into the guest room, next to my room. I had a quick shower, then waited in my room as Greg had his.

            The ache was coming back up again, and I opened the drawer where I kept my photo albums. I pulled a bright red one out, labeled, “Us Being Awesome”. He had originally given me this when we were 17 and a half, during the summer holidays.

            I flipped open the first page and he was there, smiling, posing for the picture. The next one was him sitting quietly in a field, thinking, and I was the one who sneakily took a photo of it. His features were still so clear in my mind, even though it’s been a year.

            I heard the shower stop and I quickly pushed the photo album back in the drawer. We had a fun lunch and I made plans to go out with some of my high school friends tonight, with Greg.

            That night, I showed off Greg to my friends. Greg was a very attractive young man, with hazelnut eyes and black hair. He smiled a lot, giving off free winks here and there and occasionally flirting with one of the girls. I didn’t mind though, I knew he would always be faithful to me.

            We were just leaving the shopping mall when Greg said he forgot his keys, and urged me to go home first, and he would catch up with me. The road home was deserted, except for a red van parked at the side, and there was a couple loading their stuff up.

            I gave them a smile as I walked by, as I do to everyone in this small town. “Excuse me, Miss, can you help us?” the woman called. I turned around and walked back. “Sure,” I agreed. “Thank you so much. There’s a box inside there we need to get out but we can’t squeeze through, could you help us get it?” the man asked. I nodded and climbed into the van, reaching for the box.

            *Greg*

            I quickly bought the roses and rushed to find Quinn. I turned the corner and there she was, helping a stranger. I smiled. How sweet. Just as I started to walk, the man slapped the van door shut and rushed to the front seat. Oh my god.

            Quinn’s face stared out at me from the back seat. I dropped the roses and ran, but it had already sped off. It was then I realized that I should have known. Why? Because the van did not have a license plate number.

            I rushed back to Quinn’s place to inform her parents and we quickly went down to the sheriff’s office, reporting the news. There wasn’t much that they could do though, but they did suspect a serial kidnapper.

            I couldn’t fall asleep. Every time I closed my eyes, Quinn was there, mouthing the words, “Help me.”

            *The Kidnapper*

            “Haha, we got another one in the bag today. Boss will like this one, she’s a looker,” Mitch Tyler told his partner, grinning. They worked for the most notorious kidnapper in the whole of America. Their boss was the #1 suspect in almost all 52 states.

            His name was Alec Fly. He captured this people not because of the money. Most of them were from families that weren’t rich or famous. That was the point. He knew the police so well. The richer these kids get, the harder the police will track. He just needed to find these pretty girls wandering alone at night.