Author's Note: Here is chapter 4, guys! And, please, don't forget to review! Happy Halloween!
Kim's POV
Ok, I am not crazy. I know that I heard a scream coming from this direction, and I know that it was Jack, so why can't I find him? Jack, please be ok! Where the heck is he?
Jack's POV (3 hours after Kim's POV)
As I slowly come too, I notice I am in a soft bed in a nice bedroom, which surprises me since I figured I would be locked up in some cell somewhere for trespassing on private property. So, where the heck am I? When I finally overcome the grogginess clouding my mind enough to open my eyes fully, I see a girl sitting on a couch in the corner of the room, talking to the buff guy that knocked me out with that stupid sedative dart. I shift slightly, groaning involuntarily as I feel the pain in my arm from where the dart had been imbedded, and I notice it's bandaged up. How bad had it been? Well, apparently the girl and the big guy heard me, because she was now standing over me with the guy right behind her. She smiles at me, and I can't help but think she was pretty (but not as pretty as Kim of course . . . yeah, ok, I have a tiny crush on her, so what?). She has brown curly hair a little darker than mine, blue eyes, and she looks a little older than me, maybe 16 or 17 years old. She looked kind of familiar, like I had seen her somewhere before. "It's good to see you awake," she says. "You've been out for about 3 hours. Sorry for the little . . . . mishap," she says, making a point to turn and glare at the buff guy. "I had orders from your father to shoot anyone that trespasses! It's for you're protection! I was going easy on him until he tried to leave. I couldn't allow that without knowing his motives for trespassing, in case he came back, so I shot him," he protests. "He's a kid!" she argues back. Great, here we go again with the whole "kid" thing. Seriously, I'm 15 and a second-degree black belt. I'm not really a "kid." She looks back at me, the smile back on her face. "So, anyway, as I was saying, I'm sorry that Jason here shot you. My name is Skylar." As soon as she said her name, I knew where I had seen her, in a magazine article about her and her rich dad. Just to make sure, though, I asked, "Wait, Skylar Larks? As in the daughter of David Larks, the millionaire?" She laughs. "Yup, that's me. My dad has all of these security guards on our estate to protect us. Some people are so jealous of my dad's fortune that they are willing to kill us. They're so stupid. So, anyway, can I ask the reason you were on our land? And who are you?" she asks me, but she doesn't sound angry, just curious. "Well, I was just kind of lost in thought. I wasn't paying attention. Oh, and I'm Jack," I say, deciding they deserve to know at least that much. I try to sit up, but a wave of dizziness overcomes me and I groan, lying back down so I don't pass out. "Hey, take it easy, you're not completely recovered yet. Some of the sedative is still in you're body." She looks concerned. "Yeah, I realized that," I say, chuckling half-heartedly. I wasn't really in a humorous mood, though, after my mom leaving me and then being shot in the arm by a dart. I don't think anyone would. "So, Jack, where'd you come from? You looked kind of ragged when Jason brought you in, like you'd been in the woods for a day or two. Do you have a home?" she asks, sounding genuinely concerned. "Yeah, I have a home," I say. I anticipate the question she asks next. "Well, did you run away or something?" she asks gently, sitting down on the bed and looking down at me since I can't sit up without feeling dizzy. "Um, yeah, you could say that I guess." I look away from her. "Well, do you mind telling me why?" I feel the memory of that morning when I found the note, how hurt I had felt, how hurt I still felt come rushing back . . . . "Um, let's just say it's a family issue," I say, not really wanting to explain my personal life in detail to someone I had just met. "You know, everything seems worse than it is in the heat of the moment. If it's your parents you're worried about, you know they'll always love you no matter what, right?" I snort, and Skylar looks at me, obviously confused. "Yeah, that's why my mom abandoned me," I say under my breath. She hears me, and appears shocked. "You're mom abandoned you?" I look back at her. "Yeah, but at least she left a note telling me why!" I say in mock happiness. She looks at me, compassion and a questioning look in her eyes. "Well . . . ." she hesitates for a second, seeming to wonder if she should really ask me what she was about to ask. She decides to. "What about you're dad?" I take a second to get all of my emotions under control so that I don't start crying in front of her, and then answer, "He died before I was born." She gasps, and before she can stop herself leans down and hugs me. It's kind of awkward, since I had just met this girl, but yet I can tell it's a gesture of genuine kindness, and it feels nice to know that she cares, so I don't push her away. "Do you have anywhere to go?" she asks me. "Well, any of my friends would take me in in a heart beat, especially Kim, but . . . . I'm not really ready to face them yet. They're so concerned, which I really appreciate, but it's just more than I can handle right now. I just want the subject to drop, honestly. I don't want to talk about it, and I just can't cope with them smothering me with questions and being extra nice to me. I just want things to go back to normal, and I just need to let everything sink in before I can go back and face them," I blurt out, no longer concerned about trusting this girl with the truth. I feel like I can trust her. "Well, Jack, you're more than welcome to stay here for as long as you want," Skylar tells me. "My dad isn't home right now, but I'm sure he'll be more than happy to have you living here for a while. He's very kind, and likes to help others in any way that he can." I smile at her. There is no way I can possibly express how grateful I am to her, so I just settle for a "Thank you" and hope she understands.
Kim's POV
I've been looking in this area for over 3 hours now, ever since I heard Jack scream, but I can't find anything that can tell me where he went. I saw a sign that said "Private Property Keep Out," and for a second I consider that maybe Jack went there, but he's not stupid. He wouldn't put himself in danger just to get away from Seaford. I am feeling like I'll never find him when I feel my phone vibrate. I take it out, and I see that it says "face time request from BlackBelt15." That's Jack's screen name! I answer, saying, "Jack, are you okay?! Where are you?" He doesn't answer, and looking at the screen, I realize that I can't see his face. I actually can only see a dark blue color taking up the whole screen. (A/N: Jack is still lying down on the bed, so Kim is seeing the blanket, which is dark blue.) He must have butt-dialed me. "Jack?" I ask again. He doesn't seem to hear me. I can hear him, though. He is saying "Thank you," and I hear a girl's voice respond. It's not a voice I recognize. Where is he and who is he talking too? "Here, try sitting up now," the girl says. Slowly, the view on the screen changes as Jack apparently sits up. I see a pillow and a headboard. Ok, so he's on a bed, and his phone must be in his back pocket. "Do you feel a little better?" the girl asks Jack. "Yeah, I do," Jack responds. "Jason, why don't you go get Jack some lunch?" the girl prompts whoever this "Jason" person is. "I'm a security guard, not a butler," a new voice, probably belonging to Jason, responds with a bit of humor. "Yes, but who shot Jack with a sedative dart and knocked him out for 3 hours?" she asks, sounding a little annoyed and angry. Wait . . . . someone shot Jack with a dart!? "Fine," this Jason guy grumbles, and I hear footsteps leave the room. "Again, really sorry about that, Jack," the girl says. "It's ok," Jack says. Then he shifts slightly and the call ends. Ok, so as far as I could tell, Jack appeared to be safe, was at some mystery girl's house, and he had been shot with a sedative dart by some security guard named Jason. Wow. I really need to find Rudy so he can help me sort this out. I start walking back in the direction I came from to see if I can find him and the rest of the guys.
Author's Note: End of chapter 4! Again, please review, and I hope you enjoyed! The next chapter will be up soon!