Sometimes things happen. And sometimes we don't know why they happen. We live our lives as normally as possible and then out of nowhere - everything changes.

I've never been too great at controlling myself when I'm upset, but lately it's gotten worse. This thing happened. It all started with my best friend. She didn't do anything wrong, someone did wrong by her. So of course I stepped in and saved the day. Turns out I really didn't.

Turns out there's more to this than getting rid of her. She's just a piece of the puzzle. She's like the gas needed to start the fire. But guess who's standing in the middle of this metaphorical fire?

Yours truly.

Maybe if I learned to think things through, I wouldn't be in this position. I wouldn't have gotten my friends into this position. Oh well, too late to do anything about it now.

Acting off impulses can either save you, or kill you. In my case, I think it did a little bit of both.


7. Chapter 7

“I don’t know, Owen. I know you want to ask me what happened, but I don’t know,” I said looking up at him.

His eyes quickly met mine and he scrubbed the side of his face.

“You don’t remember anything else? Last night all you said was he put Quinn in the car.”

“Well… She couldn’t talk. A bandana had been tied around her mouth. There were bruises on both of her arms, they were still red so whatever he did, he had just done it. And she… she was crying,” I muttered.

Owen sighed. I hated seeing Quinn cry. It was the worst feeling ever. Her mom had a miscarriage when we were seven, and she was diagnosed with diabetes the same year. That was the first time I had seen Quinn cry for real. It broke my heart, and I never wanted to see it again.

“Did you know who the guy was?” Owen questioned.

“No. He said his name was Jace though,” I tried not to think of the creepy look on his face.

“Jace what?” He said that like he might have known who I was talking about.

Isat up. I threw the brush on the bed beside me and focused entirely on Owen.

“He didn’t give me a last name. But he, he was tall, probably your height. Um, he had short brown hair. Oh, he had these really big green eyes, and there was a scar on his cheek,” I thought of the creepy look.

“Holy shit,” Owen said.


“You know him?” My voice got a little loud, then I calmed myself down.

“He sounds familiar, I won’t know until I get a last name. And you said he took her? Why?”

“I don’t know. But he said that she knew it was going to happen,” my voice slowly got quieter as I said each word.

That had haunted me ever since he said it. If Quinn would of known she would get kidnapped, she wouldn’t have kept it to herself. Quinn wasn’t one to keep secrets.

“She knew it was going to happen? What kind of bullshit…?” Owen grumbled.

“Owen, look at me,” I said.

His eyes fell to mine and he sighed again.

“You have to help me find her. She can’t just be gone without me being able to do anything about it. We’re going to college in a month,” My voice strained.

I was going to miss Quinn almost as much as my brother, so a lot.

“There’s no way she’ll be gone a month, I can promise you that. Let’s just go home, drop off your stuff, and then we can go get something to eat.”

I grabbed all the things my mom had brought for me in a bag, and grabbed my phone out of my shorts pocket. The text to Quinn still hadn’t gone through.


Owen and I sat in his car, just staring out the window. We had come home and taken showers, and put on some clean clothes. I called Mason and told him to meet us at my favorite Chinese restaurant, about fifteen minutes away. I don’t know why Owen hadn’t pulled out of the driveway yet. It seemed like he was lost in thought. I didn’t say anything, because I understood. Owen and Quinn honestly didn’t have that much of a relationship with each other. Quinn was always around me, and I was always around my brother. They were like beginner friends. He definitely wasn’t as close to her as Mason and I were, but they were pretty close on Owen’s level considering he hates almost everyone. After ten minutes of silence, Owen started the car and started to back out.

“Something is weird about this,” he muttered.

I turned my head and looked at the side of his face as he drove.

“What do you mean?”

“He told you his name. He basically had a whole conversation with you. That isn’t normal,” Owen hadn’t smiled in hours, and that physically pained me. But then again, neither had I.

“In the movies it isn’t normal. It could be completely different in real life,” I tried to reason.

“My point is, the way the whole thing happened. For example, why did he shoot the house instead of people? Why did he have a stun gun and shoot you with that instead of an actual gun? I mean, I’m glad you’re alive but… it just seems off. If a person goes and kidnaps a pretty, rich, blonde girl, he won’t want any witnesses. But the fact that he kept you alive just makes me think he wants you to find them,” Owen explained.

I thought about everything he said and realized he was absolutely right. 

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