Fate (Prequel to Captured)

Chapter Eleven: Change of Scenery

By the time I got to the right area where everyone was waiting for the flight to Florida, I was panting for breath. Nevertheless, I quickly scanned the crowd, searching for Amy. I clenched my jaw and felt more rage flood through me when I didn't see her. I walked up to the desk in the front of the room with my fists clenched. The lady working there looked up at me curiously.

"Can I help you sir?" She asked nervously, obviously taking note of my furious behavior.

"How much for a last minute ticket?"

***

In the next hour I was on my way to Florida, hoping like hell that was where Amy had gone. I wasn't gonna be able to buy a ticket for the trip back unless I had some money, and I could only get that from Amy. Unless, of course, I happened to steal it off someone in Florida like I had been doing to the girls I kidnapped in California...Not a bad idea, but not a good one either. I shook my head; I just needed to have hope that I'd find Amy. She couldn't have gone far. Hopefully. I sat back in my seat and stared out the window, watching the clouds passing by. I cringed when I realized that the last time I was on a plane, it was when I was escaping from my family in Virginia. I shuddered, thinking about how much closer Florida was to Virginia. It wasn't that close, but it was a lot closer than California was. I closed my eyes and let the images flash through my mind, remembering how it felt to let go of my pent up anger for days at a time with Amy around. Now it had come back in full force, and I knew she was the only cure. I had to find her.

***

I didn't bring any luggage with me to Florida. There wasn't enough time. All I had was some money for food and maybe a rental car. Luckily, I had put a lot of money in my wallet this morning since I was prepared to possibly chase Amy to Florida. No one runs away from me without permission. She was insulting, and I had to teach her a lesson. I walked out of the airport as soon as I exited the flight, causing many people to look at me strangely, seeing as I had no suitcases or anything like that. I made my way outside and squinted as the sunlight momentarily blinded me; I glanced around as I walked, taking in my surroundings. Amy could be anywhere in Florida!!! A few minutes later the airport traffic lessened, and then I leaned against the wall of a nearby building, thinking hard. Where did she say she lived again? I think she told me, but I don't think I was paying attention. I was probably too busy staring at her ass or something. Come on, think Chris, think! Where did she say she lived...Dunedin, that's it! I had never heard of it, but it shouldn't be too hard to find. I pulled out my phone and searched it on maps. I smirked when I found it. Great, it was a small town, so it wouldn't be hard to find her there. I have her now, I know I do. Now to find the nearest place where I could rent a car...

I don't know what I was thinking. Even though Amy lived in a small town, she had made it impossible for me to find her. I looked everywhere for her, and I gave some of the residents her name and asked them if they knew her. Mysteriously, no one did. At first I thought it must be a trick on her part, something that would prevent me from finding her...but then I realized. Why would she ever tell her kidnapper the truth about where she lived? Exactly, she wouldn't. I sighed, geting into my rental car and resting my forehead against the steering wheel. I was so stupid! I angrily started the car and drove to the nearest hotel, pulling into the parking lot and clenching my jaw. I stared up at the hotel, lost in thought. Amy wasn't in Dunedin, and there wasn't any proof that she was even in Florida at all! I pulled the key out of the ignition and slammed the door loudly as I got out, walking across the parking lot and opening the door to the hotel. I strode inside, noticing the white tile floors and the girl behind the desk, studiously typing away on a keyboard. She was hunched over the back of the chair, and her shirt was drooping in the front, giving me a nice view of her cleavage. Normally I would have bit my lip, smirked, or even have gotten hard. Now all I could think about was Amy, and how good it felt to see her smile. I remembered wrapping my arms around her at night and feeling her body next to mine in the bed. I remembered my anger slowly ebbing away day by day until it was almost completely gone. I felt my heart contract and my eyes stung. But I KNEW I wasn't about to cry. That was impossible, the thought of crying over a girl was just hilarious. But why was my heart aching in pain every time my mind conjured up the image of her note? Why did I feel so lost and helpless? And why wasn't I even remotely attracted to the girl at the front desk, a girl that would have normally caught my eye?