Disclaimer: Hm...You guys know. If you don't, I suggest you read the Sammy Keyes series, and go see a neurologist.
Undercover Love Story
Needs Overwrite Wants
Casey's POV
We all sat in silence, staring at the manilla envelope. After a few seconds, Arron slipped his fingers to the small, metal tab that kept it closed. His fingers hovered over it before quickly, yet efficiently opening the envelope. He reached inside, and pulled out a piece of paper: it was folded numerous times, so the only thing we could see was the white outside of the note.
He handed it to me, "You're her boyfriend. You should open it." he whispered quietly. We all wanted her back: as a sister, as a daughter, as a girlfriend. We were all willing to do whatever it took to get her back, even if it meant going to extreme measures.
My hands shook as I hastily, but carefully opened the note. Inside, in sloppy, but legible (to guys anyway) handwriting, was the note:
I've got her, you don't
Because she is mine, not yours
How will you find her?
A disgusted look rested on Arron's face, "A haiku? Really?" I glared at him,
"That's all you think about? Sammy's gone and all you think about is the stupid haiku." tossing the note on the ground, I turned around and took a few steps away from them. Running my fingers through my hair, I looked out into the street, where Sammy had walked hours ago, thinking.
I reached into my pocket and fingered the engagement ring, Where are you, Sammy?
Zack drove. He weaved the car through the obstacles, and tried to ignore the silence. Arron sat up front, next to his son, while I sat in the back, brooding in a mad way. I looked out the window at the trees, and ran the past few hours events through my mind.
Flashback Starts
We drove to the lab to get everything tested; the fingerprints, the dirt on the envelope, everything. I sat in a chair, watching the forensics run around like the world was ending, watched them test for results so that they could find Sammy. My Sammy.
When they found time, one person after another would come up to me with their sympathy, and promises that they would find her. That's all I wanted. Was for Sammy to be safe, and found.
I sat in the cold, hard chair for 46 minutes before the head of forensics, Nathen, ran up to me, explaining he had the test results. "You were right about it being Rick, I also have a location from the dirt. It wasn't your house's dirt. It was dirt from the Vista Ridge." I shot up from the uncomfortable chair, thanked him immensely, and called for Zack and Arron. Nathen re-explained everything, and it wasn't long before we were in the car, on our way to the cabin up at Vista Ridge.
Flashback Ends
Zack pulled up to the cabin, no sound was coming from it, no lights were on, no car parked out front. I was out of the car before it stopped moving, both men following me up the steps to the cabin. Before they could stop me, I tried the door, and when it didn't open, I kicked the door open hastily. Zack and Arron pulled out their guns, and searched the house, with me following them, my eyes hoping for any sign of Sammy.
Nothing.
"She's not here." I whispered, once we'd searched the whole house, I grunted in frustration. "I hate him." I slid down against the wall, and dropped my head in my hands, but was up in a jiffy when I heard Zack call us from the other side of the cabin.
We ran over, and there, on the floor, lie Sammy's clothes.
Her sweatshirt, her jeans, her shirt.
Sammy's POV
I sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, face stained with tears. We were traveling somewhere, Rick would never tell me where, 'just somewhere,' he'd say. I'd been kidnapped a few times, and I hated it. But this, this was the worst of all. The previous events flashed through my mind.
Flashback Starts
I walked through the halls cautiously. It was dark, still night, no lights lit up the hallways like they could at home. I felt my way along the hallway until I ran into something.
Someone.
Rick.
He smiled greedily at me, and flicked on the light, "Hello, Darling." tears slipped down my cheeks, one, by one, by one, by one. He reached over, and brushed a few locks of hair back, they had stuck to my face due to the tears. "Well. I didn't know you ever cried," He mused, "I thought you were supposed to be very tough." The droplets of water went faster; two, by two, by two, by two. He pulled my emotionally fragile body down the hallway, down a flight of a stairs, and through a door, where his car was. "Don't worry. I left your ex-boyfriend a note."
He shoved me into the passenger's seat, squeezed himself in too, and locked it. He climbed over me, placing a kiss on my cheek, (earned a slap) then pulled out of the garage. "He's not my ex-boyfriend. He is my boyfriend and he will find you." He glanced over at me with amusement,
"Really? He'll always be your boyfriend? What about when he finds out you're pregnant." I was a bit shocked, which temporarily slowed me down from answering.
"Casey loves me." I whispered, and Rick scoffed, but didn't say anything. He drove for about an hour before pulling up to a cabin.
"We'll be staying here for the night, before we go to Santa Louisa." He yanked me up the steps, undid the door, and took me to a room. He shoved me into it, "We leave early tomorrow. There are clothes in there." He pointed to the closet, then left, and locked the door behind him. No window, a locked door...I wasn't getting out anytime soon.
The Next Morning: 5:30
The clothes were horrible. I finally changed into one of the dresses in there. It was better than the tight short-shorts and the tight tank tops. The dress was short, (above mid-thigh) strapless, v-necked, and tight all at the same time. When I stumbled out of the room, Rick smiled, then attempted to hold my hand. I yanked back, and leered to the left a bit (away from him) he grabbed my arm and led me to the car, where he shoved me inside, and we started driving again.
Flashback Ends
I wanted Casey back. I wanted Crystal back. I wanted the baby I was knocked up with. I wanted a whole family again.
Scratch that, I needed Casey back. I needed Crystal back. I needed the baby I was knocked up with. I needed a whole family again.
I needed.
Now.
Well, just like I promised, a new chapter! Sorry it took so long, but it is a bit longer than the other ones...
I really wanna see this weeks Psych...Shawn's gonna be in the hospital. ;D
Also, sorry, I've never really written a haiku before...hope it satisfies you guys!
Anyway, review...please?
xoxo
Cammygrl
