Aimee

Chewing down harshly upon my lower lip, I grasped the mug of hot chocolate tightly in my hands, trying to choke back another flow of harsh tears from leaking down my face. I don't think anyone could really blame me because I had just driven over to the Martin household and had confirmed from Chloe's mom that she is indeed missing and the Amber Alert is not just a silly mistake.

If I thought my control for tears wasn't heavily driven, I should've seen the looks present on the faces of Chloe's family. Her mom was looking at me as she was talking about Chloe and what Chloe has mentioned that morning about her future plans with Ben after school. Chloe's father had his head in his hands and was breathing rather heavily, while both of her brothers had red rimmed eyes and looked like they wanted nothing else but to go hunt down her kidnapper and get him or her six feet under.

"Did anything seem weird or fishy to you before you left school today?" Chloe's older brother Greyson interrupted his mother, when she let a small pause occur. Greyson looked strikingly similar to his sister. He had the same long brunette hair and green eyes. I guess the only difference really was the shape of their noses and Greyson's hair was a bit shorter. To be honest, I totally would've dated him if he wasn't off limits for the fact of him being my best friend's brother.

"Not at all." I let a frown form along my lips and gripped the handle on the hot chocolate even harder. I didn't care that it was burning my fingers through the mug. Maybe I deserved that pain for not realizing that Chloe was going to be put in grave danger not even a handful of hours after I'd last seen her. As long as I was going through more pain then she I'd be fine with taking some burns. "In fact she seemed really happy. I think she mentioned something about asking Ben to come to her basketball tournament with her."

I glanced up at Greyson as I talked before shrugging my shoulders. "Ben seemed normal too today. Course him and his best friends seemed really gathered during lunch today. They were having some intense discussion and instead of going over there Chloe stayed at a different table with me and our other girlfriends." That was the only slightly odd thing that I could think of. Everything else just seemed like what happens every other day at school.

"Did she bring it up afterwards at all?" Her other brother who was a couple years younger than us, Dallas questioned. Now he looked nothing like his sister and brother. He was pretty cute too but he has curly blonde hair and brown eyes. His dad has the blonde hair so that's where that came from, but I don't know where he got the curls from since neither of his parents have them. I guess sometimes they just occur.

"Mm nope." I shook my head after a moment once I considered everything that happened in the classes after lunch today. "Honestly she didn't seem to care. Just excited for their Starbucks date. She's always been that excited to hang with Ben though." I shrugged my shoulders and set the mug down, my hands feeling more pain then they did before and them turning a slight shade of red from the heat.

Chloe's family all nodded and so did I as we fell into a deep silence, considering all of the possibilities of where she could possibly have been taken.

Chloe

I clawed my hands along the seat I was tied and bound down to, trying to hopelessly find some release within my restraints. It was almost impossible to see, since someone, whom I didn't see their face, wrapped a dark blue bandana around my eyes and shoved me forcefully into the back passenger seat of a car.

Whoever my captor is didn't exactly seem like he completely knew what he was doing because he didn't start the car up for nearly five minutes. The entire time all I could really hear was rummaging and pulling and even more screams, that could've been coming from me, but I wasn't completely aware of anything so I wasn't entirely certain. Plus wouldn't he have used something to knock me out while he drove me away? I don't know. He seems pretty amateurish to me.

I found the tie on my ropes and tried using my nimble fingers to piece at the fringes of the rope. It didn't want to tear apart since it was really strong rope and I could feel the skin on my fingers wanting to give way and make them bloody and scarred.

I winced, feeling tears come to my eyes within the bandana, making it harder to see as I felt my fingers really hurting, and cursed to myself. Seriously? There has got to be a good way to get this rope apart, or there's gotta be something I can reach to cut it off my fingers to then take my bandana off. Because seriously, I need to get out of here! I need to meet my boyfriend at Starbucks!

Ben is probably thinking I stood him up and don't wanna date him any longer, but that's the furthest from the truth! I was going to invite him on the three hour road trip to my basketball tournament that was lasting the whole weekend. I figured maybe we could become closer as a couple and continue our happy ways. Well try to at least.

There'd been a little bit of trouble in paradise lately, where he was keeping things from me, but I don't really think it's anything to worry about. It's not like he's cheating on me or anything. He's the most trustworthy guy I know apart from not talking about things sometimes.

Anyway, I managed to duck my right hand slightly in order to loosen the rope a bit on my left hand and squeezed myself up tightly against the seat, making me more flexible to slide the bandana down off of my eyes. Thank god for small spaces I guess in this case.

I felt a rumble against me and turned seeing my hands were indeed bloody red and tied extremely tight with rope. There was also a guy next to me who was tied up as well with a bandana still around his eyes. He had messy brunette hair, strikingly similar to my own, pushed up against his forehead and a tense and tired expression on his face. I could hear his harsh breaths in the silence of the car and I let out a groan myself, trying to unfray my ropes apart.

I craned my neck forward, trying to see if I could get a peek to who in the world my kidnapper is. I figured if I knew the person maybe I knew how dumb they truly are so I could come up with a plan to out smart him or her and get out of this hell hole and back to my boyfriend at the coffee shop.

All I could see is a swoop of dark hair, almost black looking in color, and they looked forward to the road ahead of us which wasn't busy at all. There was a couple cars in front of us, but that looked to be about it. There was no way that we were in like Minneapolis anymore or anything like that, we must have been in a smaller down either to the southeast or maybe way up north. Who knows how long I was struggling. It felt like ages, that's for sure.

Since our kidnapper wasn't paying a whole lot of attention other then to the road and getting us to our unknown destination, I looked back down at my hands and tried to attempt at untying the ropes since I could now see them.

I twisted my arms around a few times and managed to find where the knot started, making it easy to untie the rope, but it wasn't an easy feat to twist my arms, with how tight those ropes were. Once I was done, I didn't bother with my feet. I leaned over and undid the bandana on the mysterious guy's face that was also kidnapped.

I bit my lip in my utmost concentration and pulled it gently over him so he wouldn't freak out at me. Who knew? That guy could be a crazy person who the kidnapper put with me in an attempt to freak me out or fool me or something. Or he could assume that we are at our destination and I am the kidnapper undoing his blindfold since we're now at a safe spot.

True, he looked to be in a lot of pain, he didn't start yelling at me and start trying to move within his restraints. I hadn't even taken a look at his face yet. I just noticed his light blue denim jeans and faded vans. Honestly, I didn't care all that much, I just worried about getting out.

I tilted my neck again because it was really starting to hurt and let out an audible sigh, resting my head back for a moment and glanced up at the top of the car. That looked brand spanking new and to be honest, so did the rest of the car that we're all in. But before I could think of anything else or how to get out of here, the guy next to me started to mumble words at me in a worried voice.

"What happened?" He whimpered lightly, causing my attention to go to him.

He had a worried frown on his face and I studied him for a moment before I thought of who he is. I didn't answer him at first and my jaw almost literally dropped open. "Oh my god." I gulped, biting down roughly on the flesh on my bottom lip. I couldn't believe this. It couldn't be him could it? No way.

A/N: this part around the kidnapper will go by fast. A couple chapters at most. But I planned it out that way. You'll see why later on in the story. Oh and they'll be shorter at first since I'm trying to adjust getting back into long chapters.