Stolen

Chapter 4

Everyone was crowded around the exits on the south side of the building. They all like me were waiting for their parents to pull up so they could go home and relax.

We were all in the teachers' lounge, which was always an unusual place to wait. Teachers would always walk in to the copying machine, or to the coffee machine if they were that desperate for caffeine.

There would only be one teacher to watch us while we were waiting. She would call out the name and color of the next car that pulled in just to inform the people that couldn't see out the windows, and the people that didn't bother to pay attention.

I was one of the slackers this time, and I had only realized it when the teacher called out "Red BMW!"

I walked out to the pavement and to the idle car, and got in it. "Hey," I greeted.

"How'd it go?" Dad asked.

"All good," I lied.

"Let's roll." Dad said with a smile as he slipped the gear into first, and made a U-turn towards the way he had come in.

"Actually, I do have a confession," I said after a while.

"Tell me," Dad replied. "What's up?"

"I had a dream...it was about Mom and Julie."

Dad didn't say anything for a few seconds before he finally found the chance to speak. "I know how you feel, but I think it's best if you try to get your mind off that. Maybe you were able to focus in your classes today, but if you dwell on the incident, then you never know when you could start to lose your focus."

I nodded "Yes" in reply, and that was all that Dad needed for a reply. I turned my attention to my phone, which showed a text from Clara.

You ok? It said.

I replied my answer. Yes I'm fine.

Just checking, let me know if something comes up.

I stared at that reply for a while, but then Dad snapped me out of the trance. "Look at that idiot ahead," he said.

I looked up, and saw a truck going the wrong way, heading towards us. Dad gave the indicator and changed to the lane on the right, but the truck switched to the same lane, and it wasn't stopping. "Oh no," I muttered. "DAD TURN US AROUND!!!"

Dad didn't listen, instead he hit the throttle. "What the fu..." My voice was drowned by the M1's vociferous engine.

The second that we were just a hair away from colliding head on with the truck, Dad merged to the left lane and kept the gas pedal to the floor. "Call the police!" He yelled. I did what he said, and he snatched the phone from me and put it up to his ear. He eased off the throttle when the woman on the other end of the line picked up. "Hello? I was almost ran off the road by who I'm guessing is a drunken trucker going the wrong way." Dad glanced at the rear view mirror. "And he is now attempting to chase us. We're heading down West 73rd street."

Oh no, I thought. They're gonna take us where they took Mom and Julie too.

Dad hung up the phone and threw it back at me. "They're scrambling police officers, won't be long before..." His voice was lost in the noise of the truck hitting our back. Dad quickly reacted by slamming the accelerator. His gear changes were more frequent, third to fourth, fourth to fifth, all done in just mere seconds. If this car had lips, and if I were to make it out alive, I would kiss this car.

Just as we hoped, three police cars came round a bend behind us and thruster at the truck that was to that far back. They tried boxing it in, but the truck rammed the one on its right. The cop car on the left pulled our his gun, lowered his right window, and shot at some part of the truck. Looking at the carnage behind us just gave me goosebumps.

The cop which got rammed came back and did the same thing the cop on the left of the truck was doing. However , this cop was way more accurate, and smarter than the cop on the left. Instead of shooting for the guys in the truck, he shot at the three wheels on the right side, which forced the truck to slow down, and eventually stop. Dad turned sharply back to the truck and halted near it. We both got out without any hesitation and walked towards the cops which were already out of their patrol cars and aiming their guns at the driver and passenger.

"Explain!" One of the cops yelled, referring to the truck driver. "Now!"

"We were hired to try and run them off the road so we could take them," the driver answered, with a tiny bit of fear noticeable in his voice.

"Hired by who!" The cop on the far left yelled.

No response from the driver, nor the passenger.

"Let's take them for interrogation," the cop on the far right suggested, with a much more calmer tone. He then turned to me and Dad. "We will get to the bottom of this, but in the meantime, you should get home. I hope you don't mind, but we'll have two cop cars follow you back, just to make sure there's no other idiots that would try and pull off a similar stunt."

"No problem with that," Dad replied. "Thank you very much."

"Just doing our job," the officer said. "We'll get back to you as soon as we have something, if you're interested."

Before Dad could say anything, I came in. "Please get back to us as soon as possible."

The officer nodded, and walked over to his patrol car. I glanced towards the second patrol car, which had the two guys in the truck crammed into the back. Without hesitation, I gave them the look of death. Then I started talking to Dad.

"Remember the dream I was talking about? Well, two guys in a truck ran our Rogue off the road. These might be the same people, or related to those people."

Dad didn't say anything, but he did listen to me. I didn't know how I could tell, because all I was seeing was brown eyes filled with rage. He ushered me back into our car, and we drove off, with two cops shielding us from all things bad.

While in the car, I sent a message to Clara. I think I might have found the people that are tied to the incident a year ago. They just tried to take me and my dad.