Abused

Twelve

When we entered Santa Barbara, it was two-thirty four, and the city was dark and quiet. With not much cars on the roads, we were able to move quickly between destinations. We searched through the popular parts of Santa Barbara, but thought if it's popular in some areas, Katy could be on the least popular parts. So, with not much further to say, we had looked on the least popular parts of Santa Barbara.

We had looked towards the neighborhood from where she was from, and we first checked in with her parents, Mary and Keith Hudson.

With a subtle knock on the front door, Mary opens the door.

"Can I help you?" She asks faintly, having a hard time trying to keep her eyes open.

"Mrs. Hudson, have you by any chance heard or seen Katy around in this area?" I ask.

"No, she's in Los Angeles. Are you a fan, and why are you at my front door this late?"

"No, I am not a fan. I'm a friend of hers. Anyway, you didn't hear the news?

"What news?" She asks confused.

"Katy has been kidnapped! You didn't know?"

"No!"

I think she felt stupid at the moment because she didn't know her own daughter has been kidnapped. It was as if she felt ashamed. And I'm sure she was feeling ashamed. She yelled for Keith to wake up and throw some shoes on.

He came to the door, his glasses weren't on, and he was in his robe that was black. The light shining from outside was too much for his eyes. His voice was scratchy.

"Who, who are you?" He asks.

Mary looks at him. "Throw your shows on, Keith. We need to find Katy!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Katy's been kidnapped. No more time for questions!"

Room for the two of them, they hopped into the van. Exiting Katy's hometown area, we has seen a car that was stopped at the side of the road. Could it have been Katy?

We stopped a split second to see, and it was a married couple waiting for another car.

We had searched in some allies. Quietly, we had snuck up to houses in the allies and peeked through every window we could possible reach. Most houses were dark, so at that point, we were out of luck.

However, as we were getting back into the van, and a man with a deep voice had spoken to us.

"What you guys doing here?" He sounded a bit angry.

"Were in search from someone, sir. That's it." Mary had calmly replied.

"Who?"

"Do you know who Katy Perry is?" I ask.

"I've heard of her. I think my niece listens to her music and whatnot. So that's who's missing, huh?" It was too dark to tell whether or not he had a smirk on his face.

"She's been missing for two days," The driver of the van states before taking a drink of water.

"That sucks. But it's almost three in the morning, so can you take your noisy crap somewhere else? My wife and I can't stand noise made by people like you."

That smart remark almost made Pam go after the man. We kept her aside, and threw her in the van seats. "Thanks for the rudeness. We really appreciated it, sir." Keith yelled loud enough to make people come out of their back doors. But we drove off before they could say anything else.

The allies and Katy's hometown weren't the places. Where else where we to look for her in Santa Barbara? Most stores were closed. We couldn't deliver the information there. The police station was open. We delivered the information.

"Hello, how can I help you?" A female officer who has long blonde hair and blonde eyes was reading police reports.

"Yes, we need a search to happen. Singer Katy Perry has been missing for two days after being kidnapped, and we need some help as we travel somewhere else with looking for her here in Santa Barbara," Pam writes down the other info prior to the search back in Los Angeles. She also handed a picture of what Derek looks like and the type of car he drives.

"Okay, we'll send units out. We'll let you know if we find her or the kidnapper." The female officer smiles.

"Thank you." Pam and the rest of us walk back to the van.

There wasn't really any sign of Katy or Derek in Santa Barbara. With the police units now in search, we were now on our way to a new destination: San Diego.