Blue eyes and the key

Gone

"Collins isn't the elevator that way?" I asked as we missed our turn to the elevator.
No answer.
"Umm hello? Collins?"
I turned around and say a familiar face... Nathan. The guy who bullied me.
"What do you want?! Where are you taking me?!" I screamed.
"Shut up or else." He said holding a knife to my neck. I started sweating. He took me into an empty room and locked the door.
"What do you want from me?!" I asked, trying to act tough but we both knew I wasn't.
He pushed me out of my wheelchair and threw me Into the corner of the room. He came over and kicked me in the head.

Nathan's POV
I kicked him in he head causing him to go unconscious. "Good my plan is working. This little helpless brat won't be able to escape because of his... incident."
I grabbed my big suitcase and opened it. I went over to pick up Devan and shoved him in. I zipped it up.
"Hope you like Augusta." I said laughing to myself. I walked out of the room pulling the suitcase acting like nothing happened.

Collins's POV
"Dad! Devan's gone!!" I panicked.
"What?!" Dad asked worriedly as he ran out into the hallway.
"Devan!!" He shouted. He ran back in.
"Excuse me sir!! Where is my son?!"
"Maybe one of the doctors took him down into the lobby?" He suggested.
I dashed out of the room and ran down the stairs as quickly as possible. I looked all around. No sign of Devan.
I ran up to the front desk.
"Excuse me! Did you happen to see a brown hair boy in a wheelchair leave??" I asked rapidly.
"No I'm sorry sir." The lady said looking up from her computer. I turned around and asked more people if they have seen Devan. Nobody has.
I sat down In one of the chairs. I couldn't believe what was happening. Devan. Was. Missing.
A million different scenarios filled my head. I couldn't help but cry. I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I wiped my eyes and looked up. It was just dad.
"Any sign of Devan?" He asked with a shaky voice.
I looked down and shook my head no.
He sat down next to me.
"Have you contacted to police yet?" He asked.
"Not yet. We should probably do that. Dad how couldn't this happen?!" I said loosing it.
"I-I don't know... but we'll find him, I hope..." he said as a few tears slipped from his eyes.
Dad called the police. "He-hello? My name is Steven Key. My son is missing. He is 6 foot. He has blue eyes, brown hair, his right leg was amputated... he should be in a wheelchair. Thank you" he said ending the call. Dad started crying, it was very rare that dad cried. It made my heart hurt to see my dad in pain. It made me cry too. "Dad?"
"Yes Collins?"
"What if.... what if we never find Devan."
"We will... hopefully." He said patting me on the back.
I had a really bad feeling in my stomach. I knew something was extremely wrong.