Only two eyes

Chapter 6

After what seemed like an hour, Summer was seated in the police station with her parents, waiting to speak to the detective. She explained her story to an officer and her parents, but it didn't seem like either of them believed her. Her parents were upset that she didn't specify where she was going, but overall they are relieved that she was safe. 

A million thoughts raced through Summer's mind. She wondered why they were after her. She wondered why words were appearing over people's heads. She wondered about Austin. She wondered where he went. She wondered why he left. Was he part of their plan to kidnap her?
"No" she said out loud.
"What was that, sweetheart?" Her mom questioned.
"Nothing." Summer murmured.
Why would Austin do that anyway? He was a nice guy, nice enough not to be a kidnapper. Was he just pretending? Was this actually a cruel prank? The pain in her arm where the bullet got her reminded her that no one would take a prank that far.

A lady called her family back. They walked into a room about the size of Summer's.

"Hello there" the man behind the desk said kindly. He was a taller man with dark skin, and chestnut eyes that looked like they had been kept up through many long nights examining cases.

"My name is Lincoln Price."

"I'm Noah Akkesson."

"Well Mr. Akkesson, we're obviously here to discuss something."

"Yes, yes we are."

"Please, tell me what happened."

Mr Akkesson looked at Summer.
"Why don't you tell him, sweetheart."

"Well," Summer began " I was invited to go out with a group of people from school."

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"Wow," Detective Price stated, "
That sure is an interesting story. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I never have believed in certain people having gifts. Also, why would a group of teenagers try to kidnap another teenager?"

"I don't know!" Summer exclaimed.

"Honey," Mrs Akkesson stated. "I think that was a rhetorical quest-"

With that, Summer burst into tears.

"Summer," the detective empathized, "I need to talk to your parents about this. Why don't you go into the lobby and get a hot chocolate?"

Summer nodded half-heartedly and walked out of the room. When she turned to close the door she say the word crazy over detective Price's head. She shook her head and closed the door.

"I don't know what to do." She heard the detective say. She pressed her ear against the door to hear more.

"I honestly doubt the truth in your daughter's story. It's really not everyday a teen is caught in the middle of a kidnapping where the kidnappers are also teens. This may just be some irrational behavior to get your attention."

"I don't know, it's not like her to act this way." Said a voice that sounded like her dad's.

"Well, does she ever go out? Do you ever see her with friends?"

"No, not really. But what about the gun wound and the broken  glasses?"

"They could have been staged. Do you know any one that has a gun? Don't you think she's able to break her glasses?"

"I don't know, Detective, I don't know."

"I recommend therapy. Here's a card for the best therapist in town. If you need anything else, just give me a ring."

Summer heard the chairs scooting against the floor, and realized that was her cue. She ran to the lobby and hurried to make some instant hot chocolate. Her parents walked into the lobby.

"Come on Summer, let's go."