STOLEN

Chapter 2

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Chelsea's POV:

Alissa's loud groan rung through the air in her bedroom as she frustratingly threw herself back on her bed, covering her face with a pillow in an annoyed manner. "Lizzie..." I cooed and giggled a little lazily as I used my feet to push on her leg a little. "You can't give up now!" I begged and complained. I understood her though. This chemistry project was much more difficult than we had expected, and we both knew our chem-teacher was expecting a lot from us.

"Please Chels!" She whined, mumbling into the pillow as she complained about not understanding anything we were supposed to do. Trust me hun, I don't get it either. Grabbing the pillow, she lifted it a little. Not a lot, but enough for her to glance over at me with one eye from the foot end of the bed. "Can't we do the rest tomorrow? We've been at this since we got home from school!"

Why was it that Alissa's work ethic was so bad? As soon as she realized there was something she didn't understand or something she didn't know how to do, she would just give up. I sighed deeply due to her laziness and pushed some hair behind my ear. "Fine," I sighed and closed my book. Alissa lit up quickly knowing she was free from the mental, brain wrecking torture. "I just wish we could've finished this today you know. We have to present it on Tuesday!" I deplored and sighed deeply.

Alissa and I always postponed things to the last minute, but I needed a good grade in chemistry to maintain my sufficient GPA. "I know, I know," she cried softly as she looked at me with her blue puppy eyes. "We'll do it tomorrow and over the weekend, but my brain is so tired Chels," she murmured in a sad manner as she pouted her lower lip. You're pathetic Lizzie, I thought to myself as I rolled my eyes at her pitiable actions and nodded a little finally putting her out of her study-misery.

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"You're not sleeping over tonight Chelsea?" Alissa's mom questioned and she watched me tie my shoelaces with a smile upon her face. "No," I said dragging it out a little and smiling back to her. "I told my dad I would come home, so I better do that," I added. Grabbing my backpack, I quickly swung it over my shoulder in a swift motion. "Would You like a ride home?" Her father then said, inviting himself into the conversation.

Lizzie's parents are also so nice to me. When I was younger they'd late me sleep over up to a week at a time when my dad had late shifts at work. "Oh no, that's fine! Home is not far," I laughed. To be honest I'd love a ride home, but Alissa's mom was standing there in front of me with her potholders on, and I couldn't let myself disturb their dinner.

"Goodnight Mr.&Mrs. Lowe!" I called from the door as they retired the living room and kitchen. "Promise we'll finish that chemistry tomorrow Lizzie?" I sent her a serious look as I zipped up my jacket. It was cold outside as fall was slowly approaching. "I promise!" She laughed and gently pushed me out the door. She knew I took things like these seriously. "Okay see you tomorrow Lizzie!" I waved to her as I made my way into the late evening.

It was cold out here and I wish I had put more clothes on. I guess it's time to pull out the sweaters already, and September is not even over yet. Burying my freezing hands in the deep pockets of my jacket I hoped that they would start getting warmer soon. The two worst things ever: freezing fingers, ands freezing feet. If your fingers and feet are cold, your whole body is cold.

Wonder if dad and his team had gotten any further in the investigation of this drug-thing. I hoped they'd figure it out pretty quick because if not I guarantee my dad would probably start sleeping at work just to make sure he'd spend all the time he had making sure the town was safe. He cared a lot for Oakland, my dad. That's also part of the reason why he took the position as Chief of police. He wanted to make a difference for people in our small town and he surely had.

Since my dad took over there had been less robberies in the little grocery stores and gas stations. He paid a lot of attention to underage drinking which has also been a big problem. And with the underage drinking being decreased, so did the car accidents involving teenagers. People were thankful for my father. He was a good man. No one would want to hurt him.

The road was particularly silent tonight. No cars to be seen or heard anywhere in the distance. It made me feel rather uneasy. Nervous even. On my side of the road, there were a few houses, but not that many. On the other side of the road there were trees and darkness. A few small graveled parking lots for people who wanted to take a walk in the small forrest or even just hang out I would guess since there were a few benches.

I saw my shadow appear under the lamppost as I passed it. Soon enough my shadow was gone again, but I knew it would reappear soon enough. By the next lamppost to be exact. The lampposts were kind of far from each other. Not a lot of people would walk or bike here, so they weren't all that necessary I guess.

Wonder if dad would be home when I got there. Maybe he'd even have a day off soon. He could use some time off to clear his head. And his busy schedule.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard someone talking on the other side of the road. Had I really been so deep in my thoughts that I hadn't heard anything at all. I couldn't help but looking in the direction of the voices. Yes, voices. I can assure you there was more than one. Male voices it sounded like. It was hard to see what was going on over there, but it looked like a group of guys arguing with another lonely guy. Three against one? How's that fair?... I rolled my eyes and took a few steps forward thinking it was merely college students from DC that had gotten lost on their way to God knows where, and now they were blaming the driver.

That's what I thought up until one of the three guys punched the lonesome guy in the face with such force that I heard the loud thud on the other side of the road. My jaw hit the ground. Am I witnessing someone getting assaulted?

My whole body was cold and shaking from fear. I wanted to run away as fast as I could, but it felt as though my feet were nailed to the ground. I was like a statue. A shaking, trembling statue. My pulse was racing rapidly and my heart was pounding so hard from adrenaline that it felt like it was gonna go straight through my ribcage. What if they saw me here? Would I get the same treatment as the guy on the ground currently coughing out blood from his gashed lips? I should run. I pressed the green application on the screen with the little phone icon and before thinking twice, I called my dad.