Delaney saw Eva and smiled. Before Delaney could even say hi, her friend was pushing her out the door and Delaney laughed slightly. “Jeez, I didn’t know it was that urgent. Love you too, though.” Delaney shook her head slightly at Eva and gestured to the side of the house. “I left my bike on the side of the house. I’ll get it and you can ride on the pegs or something.” Delaney walked to the side of the house, leaving Eva by herself.
When she reached the side, she didn’t see her bike right away. She craned her neck and squinted until she saw her bike closer to the backyard. Odd, she thought. She walked and got her bike, kicking the kickstand back and rolling it alongside her as she went back for her friend.
She walked back around the house and took a step back when Eva wasn’t there. She looked around frantically. She had just been there a minute ago. Where could she have gone? “Eva?” She dropped her bike but never heard it hit the ground. She waited for the sound but it never came. She turned around. If she knew one thing, she wasn’t in the Newman’s front yard anymore. Where was Eva? Delaney ran her hand through her hair. “Eric’s gonna kill me..” She was more worried about where Eva was then where she was now. She sighed and tugged on the sleeves of her sweater nervously. Now what?
Nathan rolled his eyes at his girlfriend and wrapped an arm around her waist. Then Talia spoke up and he chuckled. ”Luckily, we don’t have that problem.” He turned his attention back to Ophelia. “I’m glad you’re not about to dump me over candy.” His eyes landed on Talia as she squealed about Greyson to Cami. Greyson Latier? Cami had a thing for him? Well, that was news. Nathan cocked an eyebrow and watched as Cami, at least her cheeks, turned slowly into a lobster. He had never seen her so embarrassed over a guy. In fact, Nathan didn’t think he had ever seen Cami flustered over a guy.
”Greyson latier, huh?” He looked at Cami amused. “I didn’t see that one coming.” He smiled as he said it, but he could feel his stomach twist slightly. He was glad Cami liked someone, but he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.
Willow rolled over on her side and sighed. Half conscience, she ran her hand over the cool ground and inhaled. Lemon filled her nose and she came up short. She inhaled again. The scent was off, unfamiliar. She peeked her eyes open and stared at the pastel yellow walls opposite of her. She jerked up into the sitting position and looked around the room. She wasn’t home, so where the hell was she? She jumped up off the floor and looked at her watch; it read midnight. What was this place? Where was she? If she didn’t know where she was, then where was..
Oh my God. The panic started to bubble inside of her and she ran around the close to vacant room. She couldn’t find him anywhere and she could feel her chest tighten. “Lucas?” She would have screamed if her voice hadn’t given out on her. He had to be here somewhere. It’s not like she could have left and gone back home. She didn’t even know where she was! She bit her lip and blinked a few times; he wasn’t in this room.
Willow sighed and then heard a door creak. She turned her head to find Lucas peeking his head around the door frame he was in. “Lucas!” She exclaimed and ran over to him, swiftly picking him up in her arms and cradling him against her chest. “Where were you? I was so worried!” Lucas pulled on her hair and smiled up at her, pointing to the room he had been stolen from. “In there.” Willow looked into the room and then closed the door after seeing it to be nicer looking than the one she had been in. She hadn’t even seen that door she first time she looked at the walls. Had it just appeared? Nothing was making sense to her.
She hugged Lucas closer to her and he shifted in her arms. ”Mommy,” he whispered. ”Who’s that?” She looked at him and then slowly turned around to look where her son was looking. She paused when she came across a man with dark hair and tan skin. She bit her bottom lip softly. He was cute. Very cute. She pushed the thoughts away and took a cautious step forward to get a better look at the man across from them. “I’m not sure, honey.” She paused and raised an eyebrow at him. “Uh, who are you?” The question came out sharper than she had hoped, but maybe not sharp enough. After all, there was a random man in a mysterious room she had never been in before. Where did he come from? Had he been in there when she was looking for Lucas? She could have completely overlooked him; that was possible.
Damian finished cleaning about 10 minutes after he started. With the floor all clean and the scent of bleach and other cleaning products almost intoxicating, Damian left the warehouse and stepped into the crisp summer night. He inhaled and the air was like a brand new sensation. It was foreign to him, sweeter than usual. He exhaled and shut the door of the warehouse behind him. He turned back around and his surroundings were different; very different. He knew the warehouse inside and out, and where he was now was nowhere in that building.
He looked around the room he was being held in and walked around the perimeter of it, running his hand against the wall as he did so. The walls were cold; painted white concrete walls and white tiled floors. It looked like a room a mental patient got admitted to. Maybe this was some kind of joke, but he knew better. No one had approached him and kidnapped him. Like they could, he thought. No one ever went near him. He had turned around and appeared in this room. That was all he knew. He smiled to himself and leaned against the walls, right where they intersected. Maybe something else, or someone else, would come too.