Taken By You

Chapter 14

Janine POV

As Greg and I continued to do "homework", the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it.." I said, breaking away from Greg.

I noticed him sigh and look down, throwing his hands into his perfectly tossed hair.

Sigh.

I marched downstairs, angry at whoever interrupted us.

"What do you--" I started.

"Detective Roger?"

Detective Roger looked different. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his usually groomed facial hair was messy.

"Is your mother here?" He asked gruffly.

Greg appeared behind me and put a hand on my lower back.

"What's going on?" Greg questioned.

I'm not quite sure myself.

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I sat there stunned. I took another swig of my coffee.

"Are you sure you can't track her?" I demanded.

I needed answers.

"I'm afraid not. The neighbor, Liyah I think was her name, told us they only heard a gun shot and went to investigate. One death and an injury, and then they said a car pulled away. We're not even sure it was Stevie, but she fit the description really well."

This was not the answer I was looking for.

"So what your saying is you can't find my best friend?! She's gone. You job is to protect people, and right now, my friend is living with a 40 year old man!!!" I got to the point of standing, pointing a finger in detective Roger's worn face. "WHAT ARE YOU GETTING PAID FOR? STEVIE IS ALL ALONE, AND HAS BEEN FOR ALMOST A YEAR, AND YOU CAME HERE TO TELL ME THAT YOU CANT FIND HER?!" I shouted between sobs. "THEN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING EVERYDAY?! WHERE IS SHE? WHERE IS MY BEST FRIEND?!" I couldn't hold it anymore, my red quivering face broke down, and I sat down.

I held onto Greg and cried. I bet I sounded like a whale.

How unattractive.

After an hour of sobbing, Detective Rogers spoke up.

"We tracked her as far as Nebraska, but then we believe they switched cars. I'm really sorry Janine, hopefully God will be at your side." And with that he left.

For the next two hours, Greg and I talked. We talked about the accident, school, friends, and love.

"I don't understand what love is. You know?" I asked Greg. We a

Drank tea and ate graham crackers.

Boy, did I feel sophisticated.

"Like, I know I love my parents, and Stevie, and my dog, but how do you love someone romantically?"

I had never felt this honest, but it never felt awkward between him and me.

He scooted closer to me.

"Well, there are signs where you're in love." He said. His voice was smooth and floated to my ear.

My heart was beating fast. I felt like I couldn't breath.

"Every time they get close to you, your heart beats loudly. You almost can't breath whenever they talk. You feel comfortable talking to them and every kiss feels like the first." As he said this, he got closer and closer, until we were kissing.

That kiss did feel like the first. Explosions were going off in my head, and my heart was beating along with his.

He slowly grazed his hand on my shirt, tugging at the ends. I helped him take it off, and took off his. I let my hands graze his chiseled abs.

How cliché!

Our tongues were at war, battling for entrance. I couldn't believe I was in love.

OMG, did I just say I was in love?!

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The deed was done. If you didn't understand the conversation, someone found Barbara and Tom injured/dead and told the police.

Sorry Liyah, couldn't give you what you wanted ;)

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