Captured

5

Aimee

I stared at the Bio test that was laying down on the top of my desk, directly in front of me and let out an internal sigh. Great. There was no way that I'll be able to answer any of these questions. There's far too much worry and other things on my mind right now, let alone knowing anything about DNA and cellular respiration. Maybe if Chloe was still here or if this test was later in the day I'd actually have a chance of remembering some things.

I ended up scrawling down a bunch of complete BS before picking up my test and handing it to my teacher who was sitting at his desk, towards the front of the room. Then I proceeded to leave the classroom and head down to the library so I could do some research.

I guess the one handy thing about this hour would be that both of Chloe's brothers are in study halls right now. They should definitely both be able to help me do some research on Ben, since he still seems a bit suspicious to me, and on Sawyer.

Which speaking of Ben we had all found out a bit already. This morning when I showed up to school I didn't see Ben instantly so I just headed to my regular classes and pretended that my best friend was perfectly fine. I listened to the lectures that I was forced to sit through and then finally when I headed to my World Geography class I happened to see him.

He was standing at his locker with his head held low as he spun the dial on his lock to the correct numbers to open it up. He pulled the lock hard until it fell loose, before he started rummaging through his textbooks and other supplies.

"Ben." I spoke up to him loudly, walking over to his side and rested my back against the joining locker.

Ben looked up and nodded his head at me before he grabbed his items and shut the door. "Can I help you Aimee?"

"I don't know." I burst out into a bit laughter at his innocent sounding state. He can't be that innocent, can he? I mean it's not like he hasn't heard about Chloe. He was supposed to meet her, plus they've mentioned it almost constantly on the news and the principal said it on the announcements this morning. "Can you? I mean I haven't exactly heard you sounding upset about Chloe disappearing."

He widened his eyes at me before shaking his head and slamming his fist hard into his locker. "You must be freaking kidding me. I'm more upset then anyone. Probably more upset than you are and you're her best friend. I just prefer not to show my feelings because I don't wanna be the cry baby. I have to be the strong one. That's just how it works." He rubbed his hands on his eyes before letting a light sigh escape his lips. "We will catch this Sawyer guy sooner or later, there can't be a lot of Lamborghinis in Minnesota. But anyways, I need to head to class now. I'm sure she's fine."

He brushed my shoulder in his apparent annoyance or I suppose it could've been a weird form of sadness? before he walked off to his next class.

See what I mean? He just sounds completely suspicious! Like how does he 'have' to be strong. I'm supposed to be too for the sake of her brothers but I'm not. I've been crying my eyes out for hours and I can't seem to stop. It's possible that he has too but honestly he just sounded completely annoyed with me. This is why we're going to continue with our research on him as well as Sawyer Cash.

Chloe

"So you met in second grade?" Bradley questioned me before he stood up from my freshly bandaged knee and extended his hand to help me back up to my feet. We'd been talking about my best friend Aimee. Of course I was going to put good words in for her with the boys. She deserves to have a cute and friendly boyfriend since she never has had one before, plus I definitely know that she wants one.

"Yeah." I offered Brad a warm smile as I stood up again and began walking around a bit to make sure there was nothing really wrong with my knee other than scraping it up a lot. "I was playing outside by myself in the sandbox and she came over and jumped in the box. I almost had sand flying up into my eyes but it was totally worth it because she started telling me silly jokes and we started playing together. Ever since then we've been best friends."

He smiled softly at me and chuckled when he saw the way that I was walking around the kitchen. "That's awesome. I know Asher, Skyler, Colby, and I all met through YouTube. They're all from different parts of England, well apart from Ash who's originally from Scotland. We slowly built up our band that way and became best mates. Well anyways, not to interrupt this great conversation but I'm gonna head upstairs." He did this silly thing with his thumb and pointer finger gesturing up. "I need to get some sleep and I have a cover I promised to record and upload to YouTube before I leave Minnesota."

I nodded my head, placing my hand over my mouth as I emitted a yawn myself. "I do too. Have a good night, Lawson."

"You too, Martin." We both laughed softly before heading our separate ways for the night.

I sat down beside Sawyer and Asher on the couch and yawned quietly, placing my head within the different sections of the couch. Damn I'm so tired. I guess that's what fighting for your life and walking for about, I don't even know, maybe seven hours? does to you. If it was up to me I'd be home in my bed right now and maybe even curled up to Ben, cuddling the night away. But no. Unfortunately I'm stuck here with Sawyer, Asher, and Bradley. Ugh.

I guess if it had to be anyone with me, I am glad that it's them.

Just when I thought I'd finally be able to fall asleep, curled up in my little cocoon next to Sawyer, a few things happened simultaneously. There was a bunch of really good, but really loud singing from up the stairs, "One love, two mouths. One love, one house. No shirt, no blouse. Just us, you find out. Nothing that I really wanna tell you about, no. Cause it's too cold, for you here..." I assumed that had to be Bradley singing. I wouldn't think any different unless he has the radio blasting with 'The Neighbourhood' playing. That band sounds nothing like that voice though so anyways, the other thing that happened at the same time is a really really loud banging sound on the door.

It scared the living shit out of me and it caused Sawyer to stir from his position as well. Asher was in the bathroom at that point and Sawyer widened his eyes at me. We had no clue what we're supposed to do. That could be anyone. The cops, the kidnapper, 'The Daylighters' management, a fan, some random person, etc.

I'm hoping for my sake that it's someone random that we've never seen before. Good god.