Locate. Track. Don't interact.
My hopelessness fogged my brain. The day I’ve had and it was only 10:00 A.M. I sat with my left leg shaking at unreasonable rates. I stood up to shake off some anxiety, but as I thought about my day my anger hit an all time high. I swung at the wall closest to me, boy do I regret that now.
5 Hours earlier
I walked quickly, my want to see my boyfriend of 4 years growing stronger. I hadn’t seen him in 3 weeks because I live in the big city. I walked onto our porch tiptoeing as not to possibly spook him. I carefully and soundlessly unlocked the door. I turned the knob with a big smile on my face only to watch it drop. My mind was stuck. I watched as he smiled at a blond laying on the couch in his shirt. He looked up at the sudden breeze and caught my eyes and his smile dropped like mine. I regained my composure and faked a smile,
“Wrong house, sorry.” was all I claimed before walking out the door again. I walked up to the 2018 Norton Commando 961 Café Racer MKII which still had the keys on it from when I gave it to him the week before I arrived, and hopped on. He ran outside saying words that my head wouldn't process. I revved it up and rode off. I hadn't been paying attention while driving, but apparently I was on my way back home. When the adrenaline wore off the actual levity of the situation kicked in, along with all the questions. Tears clouded my eyes as the cluster of questions hit me.
Why? How long? Was it something I did? Did my friends know? Did his?
My stress piqued and I felt my chest get tight. I let out a scream of agony, completely ignoring the road. When I looked back up with blurred vision I had driven into a tree. I felt my arm slam against the tree and the wind get knocked out of my lungs. I laid on the floor as tears streamed down my face for more than one reason. I cried out in pain not only physically but mentally. My cries sounded agonizing to anyone who heard. In minutes my cries turned into sobs, my sobs to sniffles. I laid in the grass contemplating whether or not I should get up. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I had to get back home. I had a presentation for my new sponsorship deal. I picked up my phone and my ripped messenger bag. I called a tow truck for the bike and ran to the train station which was only 2 miles from me. Better get hiking.
Kaden's POV
I felt the hot water sliding down my skin when I got the message.
Trey:'I fucked up K'
Trey:'Hit me back , I need help'
Trey:'FUCKING HELP ASSHOLE'
I felt my annoyance as the constant vibrating kept going and going and going. I turned off the water and checked the messages while drying my hair. I sighed in annoyance. When my phone pinged again.
Trey:'Go to this location'
Trey:'Please hurry, its important'
I pulled on a t-shirt and loose jeans. I pulled my black hair into a man bun and grabbed my keys. I sighed before walking out the door.
I drove to the location he had sent and looked around. On the way here, he said not to interact with anyone but keep an eye out for a girl with brown hair and a grey shoelace top and white jeans. I sat in my all black 2018 Range Rover Sport, keeping an eye out. I see a bush shake across the street from me and I start to pay attention. I see a slim figure appear from behind the bush and act almost erratically. I see the tears and redness on her cheeks and become concerned. She picks up her things and starts to run in the opposite direction of which I came, almost as if she was running towards something, or from it. I walk over to where she was and find a wallet and a stack of papers. He opened the wallet and read her ID.
Jezebel Saunders
Age: 22
Sex: F
He looked at the other things inside. The usual, cash, credit cards, and a photo. He further examined the photo. She was a beauty. Y0u could see the innocence in her face. Her big brown eyes and light brown hair. Her soft pink lips and wide grin. He was so engrossed in her he almost didn't see the the familiar blonde hair and blue eyes next to her. He saw the heathen himself looking at her with 'love'. He knew Trey and he damn well wasn't in love with ...Jezebel. He closed the wallet and rushed back to his truck to follow her.
Where are you going Jezebel Saunders?
