Chapter 100

It seems the hurry in which she has texted this message transfers itself to me, as I find myself grabbing for each and everything that I have on me.

I grab my purse, my phone, and surprisingly, the hands of two people I know who will surely elicit emotions that I do not want to feel at this point, but who have are actually basically my last chance at help.

Clay looks at me with surprise in his eyes, like he can't just figure out what is going on in my head. Eras is more calm and composed as he waits for me to probably say what was wrong.

I find I can't speak, as the fear that has lodged itself in my throat bubbles up.

Oakley has been my best friend ever since we were five, and I don't think I would be able to be keep on living if anything happens to her.

Like it's not bad enough she just got dumped today, she also has to go get herself kidnapped by only the stars knows who, my head is spinning around with about a million questions. 

Why does all this have to happen today, why today. From the onset of the day, up till now, it has just been a whole lot of drama, and I can't think to take anymore.

I don't think my little heart will be able to hold whatever Oakey has in store for us, and if the message which she just sent right now is true, that means she is in as much trouble as a nineteen-year-old could possibly ever get.

"Do you mind telling us where you're all going?" I groan and look at Scott still sipping whatever delicious thing he has ordered. He still has that oddly content expression on his face, the same one that I wish I had on my face now.

The sort of expression that Scott portrays, it's cool and calmness, but yet it hides each and every other emotion that he feels, only revealing when he needs it.

I wish I could also portray this sort of collective calmness in front of others, I don't always want to be the one making others feel like we are in a rush, or in a haste, or in a hurry, or something horrible would happen to us if we didn't stand up and get out of here the next minute.

"Oakley is in trouble" I find myself saying. I had thought earlier that my mouth was fully frozen from shock, but yet it seems I can still manage a few words.

My words seem to get the message to Scott good enough though, as the next minute he's standing up, grabbing all his things from the table.

Oliver looks at us with something of a confused gaze, and I don't think I have any time for explanations right now. I already have Clay, Eras, and Scott with me, and I think that will probably be enough to rescue a girl from some stupid boy who has probably locked her up in the cellar of his house.

She didn't give me a name, but he gave me an address, an address that probably seems like nonsense now that I consider it, but yet I think I actually know where this goes. Dread builds up at the back of my throat at this possibility.