Kidnapped by RoadTrip

Chapter 1

Blair's POV

I sit behind my workdesk, my coffee in front of me. On the corner of the desk lies a stack of music record contracts. 25 beginning musicians who want me to be their first producer.

Sometimes being a music producer can be really difficult. I really want to give all 25 young talents a chance, but I can't spend too much money on them, because there's always a chance their songs won't sell good. And I don't want to lose lots of money.

I actually do this quite often. I do things to get money and most of the time it isn't the best way to do it. Take two years ago for example...

No, I shouldn't think about that. I did it for my son. I needed money to feed him and give him the life that he deserved and still deserves. I would do anything for him.

Mikey lost his mother at a young age, something I don't want any child to go through. Mikey was completely broken. He wouldn't talk for weeks. And I felt so bad for him. Of course I was sad as well, but seeing my only son broken like that, was the worst thing that has ever happened to me.

My thoughts get interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "Yes?" I say. My assistant walks in and smiles at me before taking her notebook out.

"Sir, there's another musician that wants to talk to you," she says and puts on her glasses. "Uhmm... let me see," she says searching through her notes. "Ah, a guy named Harvey!"

I sigh. Another one. Again. I'll have to mentally prepare myself for disappointing some people.

"I'll be right there. Just give me one more second," I say and take a sip of my coffee.

My assistant nods at me and leaves.

I am SO not ready for this...

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When I come home it's already dark. I open the door and all lights are turned off. Mikey must have gone to bed already. I drop my stuff in the living room before running upstairs to see my son.

I open his bedroom door and watch him sleep peacefully. The blanket has fallen off the bed, causing him to shiver from the cold. I kneel down next to the bed to pick up the blanket and gently cover his body with it.

When I look at him, I can see his mother. Mikey looks a lot like his mother. The same blue eyes, the same nose shape, the same curly hair. But he reminds me of her in a different way as well.

Before she got ill, she used to take care of other people like they were her childeren. She always wanted to do what was right, because she didn't want to be reminded of the horrible phase she went through herself.

Mikey definetely got that from her. His will to do what's right has always been very strong as well. Too bad there were a lot of bullies on his school when he was younger, who made it clear to him that doing what's right is for 'losers'.

My poor Mikey, I wish I could be there for him more often. If I didn't have such a busy job, I'm sure Mikey would be a lot happier.

I place a kiss on his head, before leaving the room.

Then I walk downstairs to my work room and check my laptop for unread mail. There are two messages from an e-mail address I don't know. I open the first one to read it.

Hey there sweet friend,

You have something that is mine. Give it back or I'll get it back myself.

x-your friend.

( sent at 8:39 pm )

I raise my eyebrows, reading it again. Who would send such a thing at me? And why? Should I be scared by this? Because I don't think I am. I know it's probably a teenager trying to prank me.

I decide to open the second mail as well.

Hey there again sweet friend,

I hope you'll answer me, because you know what happens next. If you don't take this seriously, because you think it's a joke, you're making a big mistake.

'cause You know me. And you know what I can do. I'll rip you apart until I get what I want.

So you'd better give it now, because I am going to take something that's very dear to you from you, if you don't.

Be prepared, sweet friend.

x-your friend.

( sent at 9:12pm )

OK they're actually scaring me. Something that's dear to me? And what does this 'your friend' mean?

It's probably nothing...

I should go to bed. I leave my work room and go to my bedroom to change into my pyjamas.

While I am unbuttoning my shirt, I suddenly hear the phone ring downstairs.

I walk downstairs and answer the phone.

"Uhm... hello," I say, wondering who would me call at this time.

"Hey it's me, Blair, my old friend," a voice says sarcasticaly. My jaw drops at the voice. His accent is obviously Irish, but his voice is full of anger and I am sure I've heard it before. "It's nice to talk to you again."

"Who are you?" I say.

"Don't pretend you don't know me, dude," the voice says irritated. "I was just wondering... have you already given back what you stole from me?"

"Uhmm... no," I say. "So... Who are you?"

"I told you you know me!"

"Are you the president?" I joke.

"No I am a deer! I-I mean... " I can hear voices arguing in the background.

"Hello?"

Suddenly another voice sounds through the phone. "We know you have something that's ours. Give it back or we'll show you what it feels like to lose something that's yours. Don't think you can walk away from us..."

My heart skips a beat, while I'm waiting for the voice to continue talking.

"Because we're coming for you." Then the phone is hung up.

I suddenly feel very uncomfortable. I really thought it was a joke, but now I'm actually scared. What if they really do something to me? I don't want to leave Mikey without parents and I am not going to let that happen. I just have to find out who called me and then I can give him - or them - back what they want.

So I open my laptop and type in the phone number that is still on my phone screen. I click the search button and look in the results. Very soon I find out that the number belongs to a telephone booth in Nottingham. I was actually hoping for a private number, but I guess these weird persons are a lot smarter than I thought they were.

I check my e-mail again and see there's a new mail from the mysterious 'your friend'.

Hey there sweet friend,

Meet me at 4:00 pm tomorrow...