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.


8. Chapter 8

We didn’t talk the rest of the way there. We sat in a booth and Mason sat across from me. After we ordered and got our sodas, Mason pulled a piece of paper out his pocket.

“I talked to Mrs. Collins this morning,” he said.

I choked on the Dr. Pepper going down my esophagus and my hand slapped down on the table.

“You talked to her mother?”

I don’t know why I was surprised. It actually made a lot of since that Mason was the first person outside of family to talk to her. Although I was always Quinn’s closest friend, Mason’s parents and Quinn’s were tied at the hip. Mr. and Mrs. Collins loved Mason like he had married Quinn.

“I didn’t volunteer to. I was walking down the street and she stopped me,” he explained.

He unfolded the paper and spread it out so Owen and I could look at it.

“What is this?” Owen asked as we looked down at the paper. It was a letter from Tillman and Foley Company, which was where Mr. Collins held a very high position.

“Mrs. Collins said that everything made sense, well the timing. Quinn’s dad is out of town for business for the next two weeks, and she’s leaving tomorrow. She said there’s no way she’d be able to stay home.”

“Does she know who did it?” I questioned.

“Not at all, but it was weird because she seemed… calm. Almost like she knew what was going on,” Mason shrugged.

Owen and I turned our heads and looked at each other at the same time.

“It’s like what Jace said,” I mumbled.

“Who?” Mason jumped in.


I took a deep breath and looked back at Mason, and I wanted to scream. Owen looked frustrated, I felt like shit, and Mason actually looked in pain. None of us should have to go through this, but seeing Mason this way made me so mad. Him and Quinn have probably said a total of twenty nice words to each other in the last fifteen years, but he cared about her. And it hurt me knowing that he was just as upset as I was.

“Jace is the name of the guy who took her. He said that she knew what was going to happen to her. But that’s bullshit,” I quickly added.

Frustration almost simultaneously hit my brother and Owen and they both sat back in their seats and groaned. I scanned my eyes over the letter addressed to her parents and took a deep breath.

“Did you read this?” I looked up at Mason and he just shook his head.

“Owen, you were right. There’s an address mentioned in this,” I grabbed the paper and put it in his face.

“He was right about what?” Mason had a burst of energy and shot up.

“He was saying it was weird how the whole situation went down. How Jace kept me alive, talked to me, shot the house.”

Owen pulled his phone out of his pocket and pulled up his maps app. He was frantically typing and the woman who took our order brought out our three large boxes of special fried rice, along with a plate stacked with egg rolls and crab ragoons. I loved Chinese food more than anything. Honestly, I liked every food besides American food and I could eat ten pounds everyday.

Every other Friday, Owen, Mason, Quinn, and I would come to this very restaurant and sit in this very booth, binging on fried Chinese food. I looked down at the steaming box in front of me, and my body went tense. Quinn loved special fried rice. It was our favorite food in the world. Whenever one of us were sad, or angry, or celebrating something, we’d have a box of Ling Wa’s fried rice.


“It’s a two hour drive from here, some town on the other side of Charlotte,” Owen said.

“We should call the police then,” I grabbed my phone.

“Kassidy, what are the police gonna do?” Mason asked putting his hand on my phone.

“What do you mean what are they going to do? They’re going to track the bastard down and bring my best friend back. If Quinn’s own parents have yet to insinuate an investigation then I’ll do it myself,” I snapped.

Mason slowly pulled my phone out of my hand and looked deeply into my eyes.

“Guys who kidnap such high risk people from such a high risk place are usually highly intelligent. If you put the police on his ass, he’ll be clever enough to get away,” Mason argued.

“What’s your point? If we’re on his ass he’ll know how to get away. He wants us to go to this address Mason, which means he probably won’t even be there. Or he will be, and he’ll just kill all of us and Quinn if he hasn’t already.”

“Kassidy, calm down. All I’m saying is that we should try first. Yeah, it’ll probably end up being a wild goose chase, but this is Quinn we’re talking about. It’s worth it right?” Mason’s voice kept its softness and my clenched fists slowly eased away.

“Of course. You’re right,” I mumbled.

I grabbed my fork and shoved it into the box of rice.

“But we have to be smart about this, one wrong move and Kass’ll be right. He may not kill us, but he’ll do something,” Owen spoke up.

“Let me see what you found,” Mason stuck out his hand, and Owen handed him his phone.

I sat there eating my food, just staring at the napkin dispenser that was next to my cup. In the eighth grade, Quinn and I would use the silver dispenser to watch the reflection of cute boy who used to work here. He’s gone now, he went of to college, but we always remember how we used the dispenser. I grabbed an egg roll and took a bite. It tasted like shit without my best friend sitting next to me. 

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