Future or Past

The Note

"Hey, it'll be ok," Trevor said to me as the men walked us down the halls.

 "Ya, I guess," I murmured not looking up at him. I really didn't want him to see me cry.

"What is this about, anyway," he asked the men.

 "We'll discuss that later," one man said harshly.

I couldn't figure out what they wanted with us. I started going through everything I did wrong in my head. I've never had alcohol, I've never stolen, or anything. And I'm certain that if I did anything illegal, Trevor would not be my partner in crime, no matter how much I'd enjoy that.

We finally made it to their car and my heart was racing. I was scared just to look at the heft men, let alone get in the car with them. Trevor and I both hesitated a bit before we finally got in the SUV. I felt like my heart was going to explode and, due to the butterflies in my stomach, I also felt like I was going to puke.

"Do our parents know you have us? " I blurted after building up the courage to actually talk.

 "We were unable to contact your parents. When we tried, they did not answer. But I promise, there is no reason to be scared," one of the agents said, but I felt like there was a reason to be scared.

As we started driving, I remembered the note Noah gave me. I was careful not to catch the attention of the men as I nudged Trevor to get him to look at me. I opened my palm slowly but just enough for him to see what I had.

I didn't have the guts to read it in front of these guys so Trevor just nodded his head and we continued looking out of our windows. I spent the rest of the car ride in silence while thinking about what Noah gave me.

I quickly remembered what he said as the scene played in my head. "Don't forget what I taught you," he had said. What the heck did he mean by that? My brother taught me a lot of things. My mind was swallowed with thoughts of everything I've learned from him.

He taught me how to make mac and cheese, but I doubt that was it. Was it how to divide in math? All of these ideas, plus some, popped into my head. Then it clicked. How to shoot a gun! 

I knew this wasn't the time for it, but I was having a little dance party in my head. Now I knew what he'd meant, but how will I get a gun?

I shot Trevor a nervous look when the car stopped. I knew we had arrived at our destination. He gave me a small smile trying to calm me down. 

See? He's literally the sweetest guy I've ever known. How could I not like him? And then he has that perfectly sculpted face that was heaven its self. His dark brown and fluffy hair didn't help my case of trying not to get too caught up in his looks.

"Get out and leave all of your belongings in the bucket," a man explained as he got out of the car. I decided that now was the time to read the note. I was so afraid of them seeing it as I uncrumpled the material but I was able to set that fear aside.

3256 Malfunction Rd, California.

That was all the note said. Crap, Noah! Why couldn't he just come out and say what he meant?

We reluctantly emptied our pockets and put everything into a bucket that they were holding.

"Put your hands behind your back, I'm going to put cuffs on you, just in case you two get any ideas," one man said. He seemed almost happy when he said that last part. These guys gave me the shivers.

Soon we were walking into a building that consisted of white painted hallways. It was almost eerie how calm and sophisticated it was. The smell reminded me of the hospital, and I hated it.

"Alright, kids, it's time to separate you two know," one of the men said. Trevor and I both jerked our heads, looking at each other with fear in our eyes. They then took us into different rooms. What the heck did they want?!