The ride to the docks would only take about seven minutes, and I had ten minutes. I thought about stopping for a coffee, but the remembered; A. I work at Starbucks and me coming back would be odd, and B. It would be stupid to show up to a meeting like this with a double expresso latte with extra chocolate.
I kept driving until I started to smell the fresh water, and finally saw the wooden docks. And beyond that, a dark figure at the edge of one dock without any boats, facing the water. I parked at the edge of the water, near the dock Tristan was on just in case I'd have to get away fast. Slowly, I got out with my phone in one pocket of my dark jeans, and a small pocket knife in the other.
"Hello, Jennifer," Tristan turned to face me, a dark grin on his otherwise flawless face.
"Hi, Tristan," I licked my lips and stepped forward trying not to be scared.
He checked his watch, "I wish I could say perfect timing, beautiful. But it seems you're about thirty seconds too late."
"What?! No I'm not, I timed it so I'd be exactly on time. Your watch must be-," I was interrupted by a huge hand clamping down on my mouth.
"You better shut the hell up, Jennifer. I don't want to listen to your rambling. I said you're late, you're fucking late. You better watch your relationship, Jen, who knows what could happen?" he creepily smiled at me, his minty breath peppering my face.
"What are you going to do?" I started shaking, all my thoughts of not being scared slipping away.
"You'll see, beautiful, you'll see."
"Don't call me that, you're disgusting," I spat.
"That may be, but no more disgusting than you. Going after your boyfriends brother," he stroked my hair, and clucked his tongue.
"Don't fucking touch me!" I tried wriggling free, but to no avail.
He wrapped an arm around my neck, making it harder to breathe but not impossible. I was still shaking, but I persuaded myself to calm down a bit, and my breathing slowed.
"I'll do whatever the hell I want, slut."
"What do you want from me?" I forced back there tears in my eyes.
"Isn't it obvious?" Tristan loosened his grip, twirling me around to face him, "I want you."
Adam's POV
It was dark in here. Really dark. I wondered what Jen was doing right now, and I missed the fact that I could be doing it with her, if not for my fucking brother. I missed her more than anything, and it had only been a hours, not even a day.
Would Tristan go after her? I swear to god if he lays a finger on her, I'll kill him. Kill him.
"Adam Young? Uh, this is weird but you have a visitor," a guard dressed in a dark uniform gestured at a tall woman.
A woman that wasn't Jen.
"Sadie?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
I'd known Sadie since I was about ten, we'd both grown up in Minnesota, and been bestfriends. I used to always call her Satan instead of Sadie and since she was like, super religious she'd always get super pissed. We'd been really good friends until we turned about fifteen, when I started to like Sadie more than she liked me, and considering I wasn't the best looking guy back then, even if she felt the same way, it would be socially unacceptable for someone like her to date someone like me.
"Hey, Adam. Your mom told me about you being in jail," she smirked.
She looked great, her full pink lips stood out against her pale Minnesota skin and dark brown curls.
"How'd she even know?" I asked, puzzled.
"Some girl named, Jess?" Sadie laughed.
"Jen," I corrected.
"Yeah. Who is she?"
"Girlfriend," I replied, her good looks faded away as I thought about Jen.
"Oh. Well, it's weird seeing you. Especially in here," Sadie half smiled.
"Yeah, I know it's been years. But I won't be leaving until court, unless someone pays bail. Which is like, $5,000, and I don't know anyone with that kind've cash."
"Haha, yeah. I'd help if I could, but I can't. I guess I'll see you sometime if you ever visit home?"
"Yep."
"Alright, bye," she waved and smiled.
"Bye," I mumbled, shutting my eyes for sleep as she walked off.
I woke up the next morning, uncomfortable and squished in a small bed, with no Jen beside me.
Oh yes, the joys of jail.
"Young? You're free to go," a guard began opening my cell.
"What? How?" I jumped up.
"Someone paid your bail, anonymous."
"Wow, okay."
"Pick your belongings up at the front desk, and you can call someone to get you."
I walked out, grabbed my stuff and headed over to the phone. My first instinct was to call Jen, but I didn't think she'd be awake yet, so I went with the more secure choice-my mom.
"Hey mom, could you come get me? Someone paid my bail."
"Wow, and yes I'm in town, Jen called me last night. I'll be there in ten minutes."
I hung up and sat in a plastic chair, took out my phone and texted Jen with the news.
My mom arrived, and took me back go Jen's apartment, after I declined her off for breakfast, and we exchanged goodbyes. I ran eagerly up the stairs hoping to surprise the love of my life, but when I opened the door the apartment was empty. I called Jen's phone and a familiar tune began playing in a room nearby. Fireflies, I smiled to myself then thought why would she leave her phone and go out somewhere?
I started panicking, and called every one of her friends but no one knew, until finally I thought to call Annemarie.
"Do you know where Jen is?" I immediately said.
"Well hey to you too!" she chuckled, "She got a text from Tristan last night saying to meet her somewhere, come to think of it she never called like she was supposed to."
"What the fuck? She could be anywhere with that physco!" I screamed.
"Wait, when did you get out of jail?"
"This morning."
"Woah, how?"
"Someone paid bail, I have to find Jen, bye."
I slammed the phone down, tears forming in my eyes.
I wouldn't let this happen, my only happiness wouldn't leave my life like this especially not to him.
I sent out a silent message, telepathically to Jen, praying she'd somehow get it.
I love you, and I will find you.
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