tap, tap, tappity, tap, tap

I sighed to myself as I watched the rain fall freely onto the Miami roads. Currently, I was in this small little coffee shop that stood high and tall in the middle of of the park...right in front of the playground. THAT playground. I decided to take one small glance out the window, and there it was. A flashback.

"AUSTIN!"...

I cringed to myself as I heard his voice play back in my head. The terror, the fear, the betrayal. It's been six years, why can't I get over this already? It's because, I can't. I want to, I just can't. Because I promised myself that I would find him. Bring that sick bastard that took him, to justice. All I want is Alex home. Safe and sound.

Is that too much to ask of my life?

I left my tip on the table, taking the rest of my drink and walked out the door into the rainy afternoon. I'm sort of happy that I forgot my umbrella at the house, why would I want to miss out on this lovely shower?

As you can probably already tell, I love the rain. I've just...always have. Ever since I was a little kid I was in love with either playing in the rain, or just sitting on the ground, letting the rain's icy fingers trail down my arms and back. Plus, the sky's all dark, gloomy, and mysterious.

Just like me.

I pulled my car keys from my pants pocket, reaching out to unlock my car. Slowly, I climbed into the driver's seat, this time putting the key into the ignition, starting up my car. I put my hands on the steering wheel, getting ready to take off towards my home, but was stopped as I heard an annoying buzz in my back pocket. I groaned, pulling my cell phone from its place and taking a look at the I.D.

Unknown Number

I raised my brow in confusion and curiosity as my mind debated on which button should I punch. Green, or red? I sighed before pressing the bright green 'Answer' button. Why not live a little, eh?

"Okay, two things. One, who are you, and two, why the fuck are you calling me," I immediately questioned as the phone reached my ear.

"Uhm...uh...is this Austin Moon?"

The teenage boy ran as fast as he ever could down the sidewalk, glancing from time to time behind his back.

I have to get away from him he thought to himself as he bombarded into a random pair of double doors, the first ones he saw. Quickly, he ran towards the front desk, immediately getting the lady's attention.

"Uhm, hello. Welcome to The Twisted Mango, may I take your order today, sir," she questioned him, leaning both of her arms onto the desk. He shook his head frantically as he took another quick glance behind his shoulder before making eye contact with the restaurant worker. Her eyes widened as she got a decent look at the little boy's face. The teenager had a huge bruise under his left eye, a long scar across his right cheek, plus a busted lip. Also many bruises, ones that varied in shape and size, scattered all over his body, but they were covered by his rags that he was forced to call clothes. "Oh my God, sir! Are you alright? Do I need to call an ambulance for you?" The boy bit the unharmed part of his lap before shaking his head.

"No, no, no. I'm fine, I promise, ma'am. Just please, do you have a working payphone in here? Please, tell me you do," the boy looked at the worker with hopeful eyes, the worker nodded.

"Yes, yes...but sir, you do realize we have cell phones in this century-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah I know! Just tell me where the phone is! Please, I really need to make a call!" By now the boy appeared to be anxious, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, taking off down the hallway after the worker had pointed in the direction on where the payphone was located. Pulling out the many different varieties of coins, shuffling in the right amount into the slot before holding the phone to his ear.

"Ah damn it, what the fuck was his number," the boy hissed under his breath as he stared at the buttons. He bit onto his lip, pressing the buttons as he started to remember. 8...3...6..4! I really hope he hasn't changed his number in the few years." He stayed patient as he heard the dial tone, closing his eyes and leaning against the wall.

He started to loose hope, starting to hang the phone up, that is until he heard a small click. Quickly, he pulled the phone back to his ear, opening his mouth to say something, but the voice on the other line.

"Okay, two things. One, who are you, and two, why the fuck are you calling me?" The boy smiled wide as heard that voice. The voice was just so familiar, just more masculine, and older sounding. He bit on his lip.

Need to double check before jumping that hurdle...

"Uhm...uh...is this Austin Moon," he mumbled into the phone, only audible for the person on the other line to hear.

"Yes...why is it anything to someone I don't know?" He smiled wide as he heard the answer. It was him. Oh how much he missed him!

"A-austin! It's..it's me, Alex!" He could feel Austin's eyes widen on the other line, but that hope shattered as he heard Austin's reply.

"Haha, very fucking funny. I don't appreciate prank phone calls," his older brother spat into the phone. Alex winced at his tone, but quickly found a way for Austin to stay on the line.

"Austin, please I'm telling the truth! It's me, your little brother! Ask me anything that only I should know! I swear on my life to you, I'm Alex," he pleaded into the phone. There was silence on the other line for a few moments.

"Fine...hmm..okay then, here's a hard one. What's my favorite song?" Alex smirked.

"Trick question, you love all songs, all genre. Because in your eyes no music is different. It all has one unique sound to you, and it draws you to it. It was your own guilty pleasure, you only ever told me that, I was eight, you were fourteen," he stated simply, smiling as he heard silence, but a comfortable silence.

"Oh my God...Alex? It is you...oh my God...I thought I'd never hear your voice again," Alex heard him whisper into the phone.

"Yeah I know, I felt the same way about you too...," Alex whispered back.

*ding-a-ling*

His head whipped around as he heard the small bell chime that was hanging on top of the entrance to the smoothie joint. His eyes widened as he saw the man that had walked into the building. Quickly, he ducked behind the closet stand that could hide him from sight. "Okay listen closely Austin...," he whispered even quieter as he continuously glanced at the front room of the smoothie place. "I don't have much time before I have to go, so I need you to listen closely."

"Okay..uh...Alex what's wrong? Why'd you suddenly get quieter," Austin questioned, Alex shook his head.

"Never mind that Austin, I just need you to listen to me," Alex spoke into the phone, eyeing the front room of the restaurant closely.

"Okay, okay...just tell me Alex, I'm all ears," Austin spoke back.

Alex sighed deeply, "Okay...of course you can kind of figured out I managed to escape...yes I know that seems good but it's really not. He's still after me-"

"Who's after you? Your kidnapper?" Alex rolled his eyes as his older brother interrupted him.

Same old Austin, I see...

"Yes, yes Austin my kidnapper! Just shush it and listen," he hissed. He waited a few seconds before speaking again. "I'm don't know exactly where I am, all I know is that I'm not in Florida at all, but I do know I'm still in this country. As soon as this call ends I need you to find someone to track this number and find my location. I'll try to stick along as long as I can, but I will immediately call you when I'm moving to another location. Just please hurry, I don't have much-,"

"Hey, have you seen a little young blonde teenager run through here," he heard the voice coming from the front desk, exactly where he stood just minutes ago.

"I have to go now...I love you Austin, I'll see you soon," he whispered before hanging up the phone in a hurry. He quickly turned around, seeing the stranger charge towards him. Alex turned around in a hurry, sprinting around the corner and into the boys bathroom, pressing all of the energy he could muster against the door as he felt huge fists pounding onto the door.

"God damn it," he whispered to himself as his eyes darted the bathroom, trying to find a way out of this predicament. "Just got my first smell of fresh air in six years, now I'm going to be locked away again if I don't get out of this nasty ass bathroom."

Eventually his eyes wandered onto the window. If he ran fast enough, maybe he could make it. Looking down at the door, he saw that it locked from the inside. He smirked.

Dumb construction workers...

Quickly, he flipped the lock on the door and ran over to the window, hoisting himself onto the windowsill. He let his fingers scan the rims of the window, before his fingertips ran over the lock. Quickly, he undid it as he heard a small clink on the opposite end of the door. Of course, he'd be trying to pick the lock.

He had to work fast, either that or go back into that dark closet for a another year or two. Using his remaining body strength, he shoved open the window. Just as the entrance to the bathroom was busted open and the cloaked stranger stormed in, a evil smirk plastered onto his mouth. "I got you know you little- wait, what the fuck," he roared as he stared at the open window.

Alex had jumped out just in time, taking off into the crowded streets of this city, with the high hope that his older brother brother would come for him.

Soon he thought to himself as he ran. Very soon...