Captured

6

The Kidnapper

I can't believe that those idiots escaped from me! I had them so tight within my grasp and blindfolded and tied up so well in my car there is no way that either of them should've escaped. Their phones are still locked in the glove compartment and we're in the midst of a really small town right now. I guess those are the only benefits that I've got.

I know exactly the town where I dropped them off and I also realized that it's really really late. Everything got delayed with me driving down south past the Iowa border and then up to the north east where I went in the Wisconsin border with the hope that if Sawyer and Chloe realized anything it would throw them off and they wouldn't know where we are. But now we are back in Minnesota and only a couple of hours away from our home.

I knew that the police department would be looking for the kidnapper so I hid Sawyer's obvious car in a parking garage of that small town before walking a couple of miles until I entered a larger town. From there I took a taxi ride all the way back home so I could make it home in time to grab all my items for school tomorrow and freshen up a bit so it wouldn't be so noticeable that I was the one that left with those two.

When I walked through the door of my home at six o'clock in the morning my mother was already up and she was fixing scrambled eggs for herself, my dad and my younger sister Regina. She heard the door pop open and turned around from her actions, shooting a deep scowl in my direction before continuing.

"Hiiii mother." I chuckled as I rubbed against my sleep deprived eyes to try to get the dreariness out of them and let a yawn escape my lips. "You have a good night?"

She opened up the cupboard door before taking out four plates and shook her head back and forth a couple of times. "Nope. Not really. I've been worried about you, plus the fact that this girl in your class Chloe Martin has gone missing along with some celebrity Sawyer Cash. I believe he's from some boyband that goes by the name Miscommunication or something like that?"

"Oh him." I laughed, pretending to be oblivious as I lifted up my heavy over the shoulder backpack from the carpeted floor. "Is that the curly headed one? Or maybe the Irish one?"

"I haven't a clue. They said he has brown hair, so that could be any of them?"

I nodded my head and shrugged my shoulders carelessly as I dragged a permission slip out of my backpack. Oh yeah, that's right, a permission slip. I am a senior in high school and eighteen years old and yet they expect me to get my parents to sign my life away basically. This particular occasion was for a science museum of some sort up in Minneapolis.

Once my mom had our breakfast of eggs and surprisingly, my favorite, bacon on the plates I handed her the small white sheet of paper to which she read it over before grabbing a blue ink pen and indeed signed it.

"There you are, now please go and wake up your sister."

I laughed lightly, before thanking my mom and kissing her cheek. Then I nodded and walked up the stairs so I could fetch my good for nothing little sister. She better not make me late for school this morning, especially because I'm tired and because of all the crap I did last night and earlier this morning, that is final.

Chloe

Instead of panicking, which is what my seventeen year old, still completely immature self wanted to do more than anything, I decided to be mature for once and stand up to my feet before running quickly up the stairs. I almost tripped on the landing, but I was panicking so I managed to grip the railing before I walked forward a few feet and knocked frantically on the door that I knew Bradley was in.