Taken
The little blonde boy marched down the street, teddy bear pajamas rustling in the cool night wind. He pulled his jacket tighter around him. He'd show them. He'd go live with Uncle Noah, and then they'd be sorry. Now…how did you get to Texas from New York?
"Hey little guy."
He turned to face the stranger in the car, but didn't say anything.
"Are you lost?"
"I need to know which way is Texas," the five year old said firmly.
The man chuckled. "Texas is pretty far from here, buddy. Who's in Texas that you're trying to see? Your girlfriend?"
"My Uncle Noah."
"Got it. Well how about I give you a lift? Texas is a far walk. It'll be faster if I drive." The man reached over and opened the passenger door.
Dylan Fabray hesitated, but he really wanted to see Uncle Noah. And he'd even get to ride in the front seat! He hopped in. "I'm Dylan."
"Nice to meet you, Dylan. I'm…Max."
He watched his moms cry on the news for three nights. On the fourth night, the man named Max woke him up.
"I'm taking you home now, Dylan."
But the man was a liar. And Dylan knew he wasn't going home.