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Her head was pounding. Her whole body felt like it had been hit with a truck. Her eyes burned as she slowly tried to open them. The light in the room was too much for her to handle. She rubbed her green eyes, massaging them lightly before she re-opened them. The room looked like a disaster area.

Chloe swallowed hard taking a full look around the room. The whole house seemed to be eerily silent. Chloe rubbed her hands over her face. Her eyes were beginning to hurt again, not to mention she felt like she had the worse hangover of her life. The only thing was, she hadn't drunken anything last night. In fact, ever since that night Randy she hadn't drunken anything. So why did she feel like she was having a hang over? What the hell happened last night?

In small episodes it all came back to her. Panic quickly set in. She glanced around the bed and found the spot where Matt was the previous night empty.

"?" Chloe jumped out of bed searching every where around the room for her son. She couldn't even find a trace of him. Where the hell was he!

"Matthew! Where are you?" Chloe screamed loudly bolting out of the room. When she got downstairs she noticed a large tan body lying across the floor. Her heart rate picked up as she lightly kicked his side with her bare foot.

"Uhnnnn" Randy groaned loudly gently rolling onto his back. His eyes were black and swollen, a gash was across his temple, his bottom lip was noticeably split in two. Chloe fell beside him lifting his head into her lap.

"Randy wake up!" Chloe shook his shoulders slightly. Another groan escaped from deep in his throat.

"Randy please! You have to get up!" Chloe tried desperately to keep the tears from forming in her eyes. After all, maybe Matthew was just upstairs in another room. Maybe Randy had saved him and that's why he got beat up…

"'s gone…I couldn't save him…" Chloe bit her lip. A tear slipped through his closed eyes and slowly left a heated trail down his cheek.

Chloe softly replied "'s okay. We'll get him back. We'll get him back…"

"No it's not. He's gone. My son is gone! I couldn't stop them! "His eyes slowly fluttered open. Chloe couldn't help but hug him tightly as more tears slid down from his light blue eyes.

"We can find who ever took him! It's going to be okay!" Chloe forced herself to stay strong and positive. Their son was stolen. She would do anything to get back the four month old baby. She missed everything about him, the way he cried, the way he smiled, his gurgles, the icy blue eyes he received from his father. Everything.

It felt as if a gaping hole was placed in her heart. With every breath she took, her chest felt as if it were going to burst. He was all alone. He was fatherless and motherless. Who ever took him was going to pay. She would make sure. No one messed with her family.

A loud sob startled her from her thoughts; she glanced down at Randy lightly running a hand through his short hair. Sometimes all a person needed was a simple gesture of care.

"It's my entire fault Chloe. I should have been able to protect him and you!" Randy looked up at her, giving her an apologetic look

"Randy it's not your fault. Please don't blame yourself. I'm just glad you're okay. We'll go to the police and start searching for him! We'll get Jason and everyone to help us. Things will be okay." Chloe placed a firm kiss to his forehead before hugging him again.

"Maybe they left a note or something…I mean…they couldn't have just took him and left! No one really knows about him Clover!" Randy sniffled, slowly regaining his composure.

Chloe nodded in agreement, burying her head in the crook of his neck. She still couldn't believe it…their son was missing…Tears welled in her eyes. She would be damned if she ever let them fall. She vowed to never cry again. She was to damn proud and strong to cry. Randy and she would find their son, and then they'd be the happy little family she always wanted them to be. Nothing was going to stop them.

"Randy…" Chloe's soft voice was barely audible.

"Yeah Clover…" Randy whispered his reply into her ear.

"I want our little boy back…" Chloe slowly shut her eyes as she took in Randy's familiar scent.

"So do I Clover. So do I." Randy ran his hand through her long brown hair. They both needed to compose themselves. They needed to search for any clues that would help them find their son. Randy was desperate. Matthew was all he had.

"Come on let's start looking." Randy stood up carefully with Chloe.

Together they searched the house for any clues or notes left behind from Matt's kidnapper. Something had to be left. Why would someone just take their son?

"This isn't working! The house is too big to just search like this!" Chloe huffed throwing her books off of her bed. "What happened after we got hit the first time?"

Randy slowly licked his lips, closing his eyes as he thought.

Flash Back-

Randy quickly pushed Chloe off of him. A man dressed in all black stood at the foot of his bed. Randy was significantly taller then him. His large hands went out to grab him. A loud scream from Chloe made him stop dead in his tracks. He went to turn around but a strong shove from behind him sent him into the arms of the smaller man. The bigger guy picked Randy up from his neck, easily pushing him down the stairs.

Randy hissed in pain as his back hit the cold tiled floor. Everything felt numb. He couldn't even remember how many times he was hit in the face. All he was focused on was his son's tiny wails. He tried to stand but as he was kicked in the ribs, he fell back down, gasping for breath. Another kick to the side of his skull, and he was out. The noises suddenly stopped, and his world turned black.

"Downstairs. That's the only place we were! Try looking in the living room. We were close to the couch!" Chloe nodded, quickly running down the stairs with Randy close behind her.

"I found it." Chloe exclaimed picking up a tiny white paper from underneath the couch.

Chloe re read the simple sentence over and over in her mind. She burned the image of the persons writing into her mind. She remembered each and every word. Their time was already running out on them. Chloe couldn't help but cry as she passed the note to Randy and sat on the couch. Her face was buried into the side cushion on the couch.

Randy read the note, he watched intently as it slipped from his fingers, landing on the floor by his feet. Staring up at him was a note from his son's kidnapper. In the note was a message Randy planned to reverse. No one threatened his son.

For your next clue, head to the gas station down the street. You have seven days to find us. If you fail to come with in seven days you can plan on finding a coffin small enough for your son.

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