Kidnapped Too Well

Chapter 2

    I woke up to my phone ringing next to me. An unknown caller. I answered it with a sore drained voice from last night. I immediately recognized the voice and scrambled into a cross-legged position on my bed.
    "Gooooood morning Sunshine." Spencer said from the other side.
    "How in the world did you get my number!?" I screamed into my phone.
    "Lucky guess." He said in a teasing manner, irritating me with every syllable that came out his stupid mouth.
    "No, you didn't, that's not possible. How did you get my phone number?" I growled.
    "Before that emergency meeting started... I grabbed your phone while you weren't looking and checked. That's all." He said quickly.
    "That's all? That's all! Are you kidding? You took my phone without me knowing, invaded my privacy-" I was interrupted rudely by Spencer.
    "But you got my number in the end didn't you?" Spencer asked slyly.
    "I don't care about you or getting your dumb number! Leave me alone!" I said and hung up. A couple seconds later I got a text from the same number saying "Nah. You'll come around to me." I groaned into my pillow and then actually got ready for the day.
   I walked through the cold slush that was on the sidewalk, remnants of the pretty snow from last night. I entered the history classroom and a rush of cold air greeted me as I walked through to my seat in the back next to where Stephanie would have sat. A wave of misery ran through me and I tried to ignore it by getting out my laptop and checking over the homework that we had from yesterday. The professor cleared her throat and took attendance. She went through each name and my heart skipped a beat when she said "Stephanie Bruner? Oh she's one of those missing ones." So casually, not even giving a moment's hesitation, while I on the other hand was holding back tears.
    She called out the rest of the attendance and class dragged on forever. Calculus was boring, as normal, and English seemed to never end.
Nothing seemed interesting in any of my classes and all I could think about was Stephanie. I needed to get her back, but I didn't know how. I grabbed some Starbucks and walked back to my dorm, sitting on the couch and staring at the one painting that reminded me of Abigail and her boyfriend.
    A boyfriend must be nice. Someone I could cry to in times like this instead of my pillow, someone who could comfort me and let me know that he was there, there to listen and never leave. But no, I'm alone in my dorm with a painful reminder that my only friend was gone. I eventually turned on the T.V. and watched it until it was time to go to my next class, giving my mind a break for awhile.
    As I made my way back from my last class of the day a person coming from behind grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.
    "Hey, you." I recognized him immediately, but it was hard to believe it was him because it was one of the rare times he hadn't called me sunshine.    "Come with me."
    "What, where are we-" I started, but was cut off by him covering my mouth and grabbing my wrist and shoving me in the front seat of his truck. "What the heck? Why would you do that!" I started to reach for the handle to leave but he used his amazing reflexes and grabbed my hand.   This was way too much physical contact for my liking.
    "Don't- just- please, don't leave." Spencer said and released his grip on my hand. He pulled off the hood of his jacket that he had kept on this entire time. "I need to talk to you. It- it involves the disappearances."
    "Ok..." I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable from his intense brown eyes staring into mine.
"They took him." He growled, finally dropping his stare, but somehow that made him seem even more dangerous.
    "Who is 'him?'" I asked softly, grabbing his hand unintentionally. I ignored the fact we have never been friends yet somehow, he came to me for help.
    "My brother." A moment of silence followed, quickly replaced by the background noise of a class getting out nearby.
    "I'm sorry." I felt a stab in my heart, knowing the feeling of missing someone you love all too well. "They took- they took Stephanie." I said, choking on her name and letting a tear stream slowly down my cheek.
    "Oh." He said quietly, letting me cry while letting me cut off the circulation in his hand.
   "What do I do?" I ask quietly once finished my little meltdown in front of Spencer.
"I don't know. Just stay with me, and maybe we will get an opportunity to get them back eventually. Maybe." He said, noticeably unsure. I nodded and looked around awkwardly. "I'll drive you home."
    We drove home in silence and I thanked him silently as I got out of the car. I slowly walked up the stairs to the third floor and stepped into my apartment. I slowly ate the ramen that I made for myself, having no other noise in the apartment except for the slurping of noodles. It was awkward. I stayed up late doing homework and rocking out to Alan Walker on the couch. I finally went to bed around midnight and slept peacefully until 4:52 sharp. And that's when I knew something was off. I wasn't in my bed. I wasn't even in my dorm. I don't know where I was, but it definitely wasn't home.
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So? How did you like it? It was  kind of sappy in some parts... but... sometimes we need sappy... I guess. Also, what do you think was your favorite part? And what is/was your favorite subject to study in school? If you want to explain why please do because I am truly interested. Please comment and vote so others can find this story! Happy reading!