Shattered Glass
A/N: If you're going to read, please review. If you're going to review, please be kind. If you're going to be kind, thank you. :)
Summary: "In all honesty, it was the alarm clock that started it all. To this day, I still wonder about how if alarm clock had never sounded things might have turned out very differently for all of us." Nothing is as it seems when two teenagers are missing. And their family and friends won't rest until they're found... dead or alive.
Riley: 14 1/2
Lucas: 15 1/2
Maya and Farkle: 15
Uncle Josh: 18
The gang are all in ninth grade.
Riley's POV (December, 2015)
In all honesty, it was the alarm clock that started it all. To this day, I still wonder about how if alarm clock had never sounded things might have turned out very differently for all of us.
The day started out normal. I got up and got dressed and did my thick, medium brown hair in a high ponytail in twenty-five minutes before Maya came over. I wished farewell to my parents cheerfully before heading off to school. Maya and I were in high spirits as we walked. The school day didn't seem so unbearable and boring as per usual because today was the last day before Christmas Break! Yay!
"Bye, Maya!" I called at the end of the day through chattering teeth. She gave me a big grin as she turned down the street. She was headed to the store to by some paint for Christmas break. (Because apparently the burgundy red her mom had bought her wasn't the correct shade of dark reddish brown she had requested for the brick farmhouse she was painting.)
Lucas wrapped his arm around me to keep me warm, but I refused to take his heavy, warm jacket. The walk to my apartment was pretty short anyway. We chatted about our plans to get together for Christmas as we walked.
Cars whizzed by steadily, honking sometimes until we got closer to the apartments. That was when the busy, clustered New York traffic began to slow some.
I didn't notice the blacked-out can trailing is, but Lucas did right away. He kept glancing back, trying not to let the van's occupants see him looking at them. He stuck protectively closer to me, wearing a tough, masked expression. Like the one from Texas.
"Riley, I think we're being followed-"
The van suddenly screeched to a halt and a group of maybe five or six burly guys dressed in all black sprung out of the death-trap on wheels. I let out a bloodcurdling scream in fear as I felt hands wrap around my mouth and waist. I saw another man come up behind Lucas and grab him.
"Run, Riley!" He yelled desperately. I squirmed and flailed, trying to reach him. Something sharp hit the back of my head and everything quickly faded to black.
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When the world fuzzily came back into focus, it was full of pain. I was sore, stiff, my head pounded, and I wanted to go back to sleep. But I caught sight of Lucas, tied to a chair, and I realized that I was tied to a chair too.
Ow. Not a great position to be in for minutes or days or however many years it had been.
"You okay, Riley?" Lucas whispered. I cleared my throat.
"I think so," I responded in a quiet voice.
"I think I am too," he said, but it sounded more like a question than a statement. Suddenly, I heard loud, ominous footsteps pounding down the stairs...
***A/N: Should I continue? Y'all decide... This, or continue All of My Love first.*** (I might do both I just want to know which should be my priority.)
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own The Outsiders. Just the plot here. 3
Stay Gold lovelies,
- Alee XxX