Captured

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A/N: This is no longer a fanfiction so the cast list is just so you can envision for whom I picture personally. If you don't like it then just picture someone else.

Aimee

If you're anything like me, you freak out and then become extremely saddened when an Amber Alert saying that there is a missing person pops up on your television, on your phone, or anywhere really. Luckily, most of the ones close to home, they find the child, teenager, or adult and within a few hours bring them home again. Well for me, it sadly wouldn't be the first time I'd seen one, but with some much needed luck it would be the last.

I had just gotten home from school. I had had basketball practice for two hours once we were released from class, for our game tomorrow and I was honestly completely exhausted. Our coach, Mr. Walker had us doing sprints around the gymnasium for twenty minutes and then we had our regular drills and a scrimmage between our mates. It was god awful and I didn't feel like settling down to do my classwork. I just wanted to settle down and maybe find a good movie or settle for reruns of my favourite show Friends.

But no, of course not. I had an exam for Biology the next day that I couldn't afford to fail and then right after school that mentioned game. Oh well. Maybe I could watch just one episode on the telly and then study and do my work.

I snatched the remote up from the end-table by the telly and flipped it on to the station I normally could find some interest in, but no. It was just some news conference thing that I took no interest in. I didn't even bother to read what it was about and just scanned to the next closest channel which was holding the same news conference.

The next channel showed Spongebob Squarepants which I also didn't wanna watch at all since it seemed like these days they either showed reruns or the humour was so dry I wasn't going to just sit there for a half an hour and listen to it. Which made me flip to the next channel where the news was showing again.

I frowned and turned the volume up, steadily becoming curious as to what was going on since my channel for Friends was even showing this lady speaking to the world.

"At approximately four fifteen this afternoon she was seen being dragged into a black Lamborghini. We don't know the license plate numbers at this time but if we do find out we will be sure to let you know." The lady that was speaking that was wearing a badge, so I assume she's a police officer was speaking with her eyes wide and peering directly into the camera lens. "Once again that is Miss Chloe Martin, she went missing approx four fifteen this afternoon, and her captor is suspected to be Sawyer Cash from the boy band Miscommunication. More details will be sent out through text about what she was wearing etc. Thank you for your time. Any questions from the press?"

My eyes completely widened and I put my head in my hands, shaking my head wildly. No, no, no! It can't be. Can it? That's my best friend! Well I don't know if it's my best friend since she hasn't exactly been shown on the screen, but my best friend has that same name! We live in a small town of like five thousand people. I may not know everyone in the town but I'm pretty sure she's the only Chloe Martin in this town.

It can't be Chloe. Please tell me there is like an old woman named Chloe Martin or something that has no relation to Chloe. Well I mean that sounds evil because I don't want an old lady to be missing either, but it can't be my best friend that I've known since kindergarten. She has to be back home, in her house, either doing homework and totally oblivious to this with her eyes buried in her biology textbook or her and her mum are standing over the counter wide-eyed at the screen and eating ice cold frozen yogurt. She can't be the same person. I refuse to believe that.

I chewed roughly upon my bottom lip, still feeling anxious but trying to calm my thoughts down and glanced back up at the telly to see the woman that was previously talking, talking again and gesturing with her hands as they showed another news anchor that apparently just asked her some question I hadn't heard involving the situation.

"No, we don't know Cash's wearabouts. I mean clearly otherwise we would've found Chloe by now, but he was supposed to be at an interview an hour away from here and the other four boys had showed up but there was no sign of him." I frowned running though more thoughts in my head.

I must admit, I believe that I'm one of the biggest Miscommunication fans out there and I knew that they're in our state of Minnesota today to do some promoting of their new album and I was psyched to learn that. I mean I've always been the biggest Sawyer girl I know of, ever since the band's X Factor days. But I never thought of him as anything remotely evil. He was always this silly, humble boy. I'd fallen for him instantly. I didn't think it was possible for him to do any wrong.

"Even if you're a huge fan of Miscommunication, if you spot Sawyer Cash you must report him immediately. He is wanted for the kidnapping of Chloe Martin. Thank you." The lady finished her speech before waving her hand and walking off the podium. Then the camera unfocused from the area and zoomed in to a newsroom where the male reporter gave a complete recap on everything that the cop, apparently a sheriff, said.

I was about to stop with my worrying and send my bestie a text that said, 'Hiya Chloe. Are you okay? I know you left school early to meet up with your boyfriend Ben, and was going to miss basketball practice, but there's a bunch of stuff going on the telly right now and I wanted to make sure you're okay.' when all of a sudden my news app on my phone buzzed with the official Amber Alert with all the details of what was going on and a full picture of both the missing girl, Chloe and the kidnap suspect, Sawyer.

Opening the app on my phone I slid my finger down the side of the screen as I read all the deets it provided me. 'There is an Amber Alert out all over the surrounding areas for Chloe Martin. Missing is Chloe Martin age seventeen. Chloe has brunette hair and green eyes and stands at approximately five feet seven inches. She was last seen this afternoon around four fifteen pm walking outside of Starbucks with a young lad with brown hair, blue eyes and standing at approximately five feet nine inches, believed to be Sawyer Cash of the worldwide famous boy band Miscommunication. She was last seen wearing a yellow sundress that looks kind of lacy with black sandals. He was last seen wearing a white 'The Strokes' band tee shirt, light blue trousers and black TOMS. He was last seen driving a black Lamborghini, license plate numbers are currently unknown. It's believed that she was forcefully shoved into the vehicle outside the cafe as witnesses heard screaming outside. If anyone knows about the wereabouts of these two don't be afraid to call the police. Thank you and have a great day. Future updates will be sent out as needed.' Then I saw the pictures of them both.

It was indeed my best friend. It was a beautiful picture of her with her hair up in curls, and a bright blue gown at the school prom last year with her boyfriend Ben cut out of the picture. I suppose he wasn't needed even though he has brown hair and in my opinion could have easily been the person that they mistook for Sawyer, but whatever. True, Ben never dressed like they described and Sawyer did but hmm...

The picture they showed of Sawyer was one of the most attractive ones I'd ever seen. He had his hair up in a signature fringe and it was swooped up over his forehead. He was wearing a blue jean jacket with a band tee underneath and tight jeans that I swear he must have stolen from his bandmate Gabriel Vincent or something, since he was the only other one that ever wore jeans that tight all the time.

I could feel tears building up behind my eyelids because of this whole situation. No, there's no way right? There's gotta be a complete mistake. They just have the wrong girl, right?! I swooped up my fingers under my eyelids and wiped away the water that escaped. Crap. And now I really am crying.

I sent the text message through that I'd composed earlier and all I got back was an error message saying message send error. please try again later. That was really weird since my wifi is on, but I suppose her wifi could be off or her phone could be off or the battery could be dead. There's a whole slew of possible options.

My worries were starting to build up even more so I just turned the telly set off and called Chloe's mom Dianne. Please let Chloe be okay. Please make it that she just didn't notice this whole situation so she could call into the police station and tell them that they got the wrong girl. Please make it that Sawyer had no fault in this, that he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time or that he just didn't notice either to tell that he is in fact where he's supposed to be. Ugh... Just please be okay.