Rapire

ten: Damian

"How ware we going find this code in time? There's a million numbers and patterns that Sebastian could've used." I say, running a hand through my messy brown hair.

"I don't know Damian. Think of special days that could be important to your that might be his code for the safe." Mom says, frustrated and tired of me asking the same question.

I begin listing dates that uncle Sebastian might use as his code. Such as Skye's birthday, Nia's birthday, his parent's death, my mom's birthday, wedding day, first day meeting Nia, and more. I didn't the exact date to some but I did know that these events could've been special enough for Sebastian to use them as a code. This continues on as mom looks through files again and I list down special events in my uncle's life.

My thoughts start to drift off to the events leading up to Skye's kidnapping. It was a normal day. Skye took orders. There was something strange that happened. Her friend's brother came to yell at her for not showing up to his sister's funeral, but what if that wasn't actually her friend's brother. What if Skye lied to me about that so I wouldn't worry about the real problem she was having? Why wouldn't she just tell me though? I could've helped her/

I groan, realizing that was the reason she lied to me. She didn't want help, she wanted to figure it out herself and didn't want anyone else to get involved. That clearly didn't work in her favor though. She was kidnapped because she didn't want to just hand over the money. Something I understand, but at the same time I wished she just handed it over. We wouldn't be in this situation if she wasn't so curious and stubborn.

Her curiosity and stubbornness gets her answers at times though. Such as the time she forced me to tell her about my crush on Sammy. I didn't want to to own up to it at first because I thought she would try to push us towards each other more, but she surprisingly let me slowly make my move on Sammy. Clearly I should've let her do something since I told Skye two months ago and still haven't made a move on Sammy until yesterday at the restaurant.

I didn't go in for once since my mom really wants to figure this out so we could get Skye back. Mom decided to not tell the police about the note. She feels that people are watching us and doesn't want to play with them in fear that they'll hurt Skye. I still thought that we should tell the police, but I was scared of bringing this up to my mom in fear that she would snap at me.

She was on edge and I knew I was stressing her out even more, so I was trying to go along with her plan. I didn't exactly want to go behind my mom's back unless that's what it come down to.

The phone rings, breaking the silence trance mom and I were in. I go to grab it, but my mom snatches it and answers it before I can. I stay where I was, hearing mumbles from the phone. I try to read my mother's expression but get nothing. Her face was expressionless.

Mom mumbled 'yeahs' and 'uh-huhs' here and there, before ending the call a few minutes after. She looks me straight in the eyes with a sort of misty look and swallows hard.

"They might've found where Skye was kept for the past week or so." That's all she had to say, before we were both running out the door and to the address they told my mom.

* * *

We show up to the house -well mansion to be exact- and were met with several police cars. There were even some black suburbans that were tinted, making me suspect it was the FBI but that didn't mean it was. Ambulances were also there, making me raise my eyebrows.

Getting out of the car, we make our up to the house being stopped by a police officer. "This is a private investigation. No media or people outside of law enforcement are allowed in this area." The one with built shoulders says with a rough voice.