Chapter Five
"And how do you know something happened to her? Maybe she just went to the store." The cop said as Lucas cried and ran his hands through his hair. He was frustrated and he was missing his girl.
"No, I'm telling you. There was a crash and there's blood on the floor! Something happened to her! Someone took her."
"But you were in the bathroom so you don't know this for sure. Am I right?"
"Listen, buddy," Luke said, wanted to grab the officer but knowing it wouldn't help anything. "I know my girlfriend and she wouldn't just leave. Not without telling me."
Lucas begged the police to believe him and they began searching the house, trying to find some sort of evidence. Luke followed them inside the house. He needed to be upstairs. That was the last place that she was safe. In her room. With him. He walked up to her room and broke down as soon as he entered. After a few moments, an officer came up and told Lucas that he had to leave. Peyton's house was now a crime scene. As he left, he pocketed his favorite picture of his girl. He didn't know how long it would take them to find her and he wanted to have a picture of her.
Meanwhile, Peyton was being unloaded from the watchful one's car. She didn't know where she was but when she opened her eyes, she was terrified. On the walls were thousands of pictures of her. Pictures of her eating, sleeping, doing homework, driving to school. There were so many pictures it made her sick.
She tried to see who was holding her but she couldn't see anything. Her vision was beginning to blur again.
"Sleep baby," her attacker whispered before setting her down.
And as she lay on her stomach on the floor, the only thing she could see was her boy.
A picture of him.
Her Lucas.
And she quickly shoved it into her jacket before she drifted off again.