Rapire

eight: Damian

Damian

A week without Skye felt unnatural to me. She was always there for me and it's hard to believe that something like this happened to her. I felt uneasy and there was a part of me that feared for her life. My mom and I have still continued to look through documents for the code. Although nothing was popping up or even hinting at a code in any of Sebastian's documents. During the week, I decided to look through Skye's room and see if she left any hints or the actually code.

It felt weird looking through her room, but I had to. I needed to find her. There was nothing in her room either. I looked through her phone, notebooks, even her dressers and nothing came up. No four number code which meant no Skye any time soon. I cried after I searched through her room. The tears were falling down my face before I could stop them. All of the pent up frustration, anger, fear, and stress were let out as I cried on my missing cousin's bedroom floor.

After that day, I've tried harder to get information even calling businesses that may know of the safe but each said no. They didn't even know Mr. Caverly had a safe. I should've known they wouldn't have though. Sebastian was a very private person and didn't share more information than needed. Even though my mom was his sister, he was also reserved towards her when it came to business talk. Family or random talk was fine with him, but as soon as my mom would bring up business he backed reserved and choppy with his answers.

"Damian." I look up meeting the gaze of Sammy as she stares at me with a look of concern. My heart flutters at her gaze, but I ignore it trying to concentrate on what she wanted.

"What?" I ask, trying to watch the tone in my voice. Sammy raises an eyebrow and I watch as her gaze shifts down to the burger I was cooking. I look down as well and see that my burger was burnt. "Shit." I quickly take the burger off and throw it to the side.

"Maybe you should take the day off." Sammy says, wording it very carefully.

I shake my head and run a hand through my hair, trying not to get frustrated. "I can't. I need to stay here because this the only time I have to get her off my mind."

"It's clearly not working out Damian. You're still getting distracted by your thoughts. I know you're worried for Skye, but I don't think burning down the kitchen would help anyone." Sammy's nose flares out as she says this, making me realize she was right but I still didn't want to leave. It was hard being around my mom since she was even more stressed about this than me.

The police weren't much help. Officer Anderson would come over to give us updates, but his hidden message was they weren't trying. Maybe they tried the first two days but as the week progressed they became less determined. She was just another missing person with no leads on where someone could've taken her. Mom wasn't exactly willing to give the police information that Skye's dad dealt with drugs and the possible suspects for Skye's kidnapping are drug dealers.

A warmth goes throughout my arm as Sammy sets her hand upon my shoulder. "Go get some rest Damian. Or stay here and I'll make you some soup or comforting food. It's your choose, but I'm not letting you cook. Lord knows we can't waste anymore food just because you burned the food." I chuckle, nodding my head.

"Alright. I'm not going home yet, but I will take you up on the offer of making me comforting food." I announce while taking my apron off.

Sammy chuckles, looking up at me with her emerald eyes. "Just let me finish their order and I'll get right down to making your favorite."

My eyes widen in excitement and a smile replaces the frown for the first time this week. "Are you going to make me creamy tortellini and sausage soup?" I ask, as I walk out the kitchen to grab a chair. Glancing around the restaurant I realize only a couple is here and that Alice seemed to have left, leaving Leon. He was just cleaning tables and refilling the salt and pepper shakers. I shake my head of that thought, walking back into the kitchen with a chair.

I sit down and watch Sammy cook. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a messy bun in the middle of her head. Her lips were pursed as she concentrated on the task in front of her. Just watching her took my mind off of Skye and the trouble of finding the code. Sammy looks up at after putting all the ingredients together and letting it cook. She leans against the counter, looking at me with a small grin. She slowly makes her way towards me and as soon as she stood in front of me, her arms wrapped around me.

It was awkward since I was sitting down and she was standing up, but she slowly slipped into my lap as silent tears fall down my face. Sammy leans away, taking my head into her hands and wiping the tears away.

"It'll be okay Damian. Skye's a strong girl and you guys will find her." I nod, looking up and staring into her eyes. Sammy did the same, slowly leaning down but she pulls back before our lips actually touch. "The food is ready." She says as she gets off my lap and over to the pot with the soup. I sigh, running a hand through my hair in frustration from Sammy. Now wasn't the time to be kissing someone I've had a crush on for a while though. I needed to concentrate on getting the code to get Skye back.

Sammy hands me a bowl of soup with a small smile as I thank her. She then grabs one for herself and stays by the counter as she eats from her bowl. I try keeping my eyes on my bowl so I didn't stare at her creepily. I couldn't stop thinking about how I didn't want her to pull away. I wanted her lips on top of mine. I want her-

"Damian!" My mom's voice interrupts my thoughts as I look up to see her standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Her dark brown wavy hair, sticks out everywhere as her hazel eyes were red and wet from tears. My eyes widen and I jump up to walk towards her. Her slender hand stops me though as she holds a paper towards me.

I look at the paper then back at my mom. "What's this?"

"Just read it." She says sternly. I open up the folded paper and begin reading.

A quarter of a million dollars needs to be given up. Give us the fucking money and Skye won't die. You have a week and a half to hand over the money. Address will be sent out via message. If you tell the police anything, Skye will be seriously hurt and I will know when you tell the police. Eyes are always watching. Money. Week and a half. Skye lives. Shred this up.

I look up at my mom with wide eyes. "They wouldn't actually hurt her, would they?" Mom shrugs her shoulders as her bottom lip begins to tremble. I instantly wrap my arms around her, holding on to her tight.

"What's going on? Did you guys get information on Skye?" Sammy ask, reminding me that she was still in the room. Mom and I pull away, looking at Sammy then at the note in my hand. Sammy eyebrows were risen as I look back up at her. "Is there something you guys are keeping form everyone?" Damn. I forgot how observant Sammy could be. Before I could say anything, my mom begins speaking.

"Yes we are, but this is none of your business Sammy. Please try to stay out of it." Mom says, looking Sammy dead in the eyes. Sammy's eyes narrow at my mom, but she nods her head.

"I will."

Mom nods in satisfaction at Sammy's answer, before turning towards me. "We need to go figure this out now. No one is hurting our Skye." My mom whispers to me. I nod beginning to walk out the kitchen door behind my mom, but not before waving at Sammy. Her hard look softened as she looked at me.

"Bye Damian. Good luck with finding her." She says softly.

I smile. "Thanks Sammy." I leave after saying this and run outside to my mom's car rather than mine. "What's the plan?" I ask as I slide into her car. Mom looks at me with a determine look.

"We need to go through important dates that have happened in my brother's life and try them on the safe."

"That's a good plan, but do you even know where the safe is located?"

A far off look passes through my mom's face as she speaks. "That's the only thing I know about Sebastian's safe." I just nod, leaving the conversation at that.

Hopefully this plan works because I have a feeling Skye won't live if we don't give them the money.