Unfavorable

Part two: Chapters 3 and 4

               Chapter 3

I woke up to a throbbing head and a warm sticky liquid running down the back of my neck. I had a feeling it was blood but, it was to dark to be absolutely sure. Anyway, I was to scared to touch my head because, honestly, I didn't want it to be blood and I didn't know what I would do if it was blood. I didn't know where I was for a few seconds, so I searched for a clue before I felt the soft rocking motion and realized I was in the back of a car, more like van because of the size and the fact that I wasn't able to see a driver. I was in the back of the van that took me, captured me, stole me away from my world, my family and my friends. At that moment I began to cry. I cried because I was stupid, because I had forgotten what my mom said about never having both headphones in, because crying seemed like the right thing to do.

"Shut up!" a scratchy voice screamed. I jerked my head upward and immediately regretted it because a sharp pain went racing through my head making me collapse into the fetal position, I laid there, thinking to my self I wasn't even crying loud, I wasn't, if anything it was more like a whimper. While laying down I saw a video camera and speaker mounted to the left corner of the wall furthest from me. I knew at once that they were watching me and I would never be able to escape.

"Cry again and you're dead." said another voice, the one I recognized as Lucas... the one who saved me. The one who asked if I was okay. The one who had the brightest green eyes I had ever seen. At that moment I began to fill with rage, I could feel my face turn red, my eyes narrow and my fist clench.

"You guys can't keep me in here!" I yelled but my voice faltered and it sounded like a whisper instead. I tried again, "You can't keep me in here Lucas!" this time I did yell, a frail yell, like it wanted to be a whisper but it was a yell all the same.

I don't know if they heard me or if it was pure coincidence but all of a sudden the van stopped and the back door was being opened."You're right, we can't." said a voice. My eyes had to adjust to the sudden color change. What time was it I wondered, it was dark and the moon was high in the sky so maybe twelve or one in the morning. I almost entertained the though of escaping but I was to scared to see what would happen if I did and failed. When I looked back at the voice I saw that he was different from Lucas, older, maybe fifty or sixty. He was about the same height as Lucas but he had brown eyes and almost completely white hair except for a tuft that was black refusing to change, refusing to give in.

"Get out now,"  he demanded. I don't know why he said that, or maybe I didn't respond fast enough because a few seconds later Lucas was standing in front of me. He now wore a deep cut on the side of his face that was still trickling out blood. I wonder if the other man, whom I have now named tuft, did that. Lucas glared at me, hard, but I couldn't look away, couldn't close my eyes. I sat there starring right back into his once vibrant eyes, now stern and dull. Lucas I tried to mouth but before I could finish he was lifting me up and out of the van.

                 Chapter 4

"Where the hell is she!" he yelled. He wasn't a tall man yet, he wasn't that short. He had chocolate brown eyes and black as the night sky hair. I get my hair color from him, but my bright aqua eyes and pale skin color I get from my mom.

"Roger dear, I'm sure she is fine." she said with the hint of worry in her voice, like saying those words would help sooth her nerves but they didn't.  "She's probably spending the night with Lillie and forgot to call." There she is, the reasonable Amiee Miller. The one that acts cool, calm and collected yet on the inside she is worried sick.

"I'm gonna call Caroline." my dad said in such a matter of fact way that my mom knew any reasoning with him had just vanished.

He pulled out his phone and began to dial Caroline number. A few seconds later there was a faint and groggy "Hello." Then the click of a button as he put his phone on speaker.

"Hey, Caroline sorry to wake you at such an early hour but Amiee and I were wondering if Scar was there?"

Funny even when my dad is frantically trying to find me, he still uses that awful nickname. I've had it since I was born. Most people assume it is my name shorted but it's not. When my mom was seven months pregnant with me she got into a car accident, and the ambulance staff had to deliver me on the side of the road. Two months later my parents noticed a scar on the side of my foot and the nickname just stuck.

"No, I'm sorry Roger I haven't seen her, let me go ask Lillie." there was silence on the other end of the line, then it was Lillie on the phone "Hey Mr. Roger, what's up?"

" Hey Lillie, I was wondering if Scar was with you?" he said, his voice becoming more frantic with every word.

"No she isn't, last time I saw her she was walking out of school on her way home." She said, her voice betraying her making it obvious she had just woken up. "I texed her when I got out of drama but she didn't respond, which is weird 'cause she always texts me back. I just kinda figured she had fallen asleep. Did she not come home, I thought she came home... Oh god..." she trailed off.

Quickly trying to save Lillie from panicking, he responded "No, it's fine she is probably just exploring." The thing is I love to explore, mostly in the woods but recently I've started exploring the water, rivers, lakes, oceans anything dealing with water I'm exploring. It is fun thing to do... okay maybe not fun but it is calming and peacefully."I'll just call her, goodbye Lillie."

"Bye Mr. R, tell me if she answers." said Lillie sleep refilling her voice.

"Okay will do." he said immediately hanging up the phone. He didn't dare miss a beat as he dialed my phone.

"Pick up, pick up!" he mumbled under his breath. "Please!" he pleaded as if his life depended on me answering my phone.

"Sorry I can't come to the phone, I'll call you later." my voicemail was all he got.

"Shit!" he screamed as his face went white and his phone plummeted to the floor.