Disclaimer in chapter 1

Sally: Thanks for pointing that fact out, I wasn't feeling that it was very realistic either, but I just went with it. Also I haven't been in a daycare since I myself was in one, and they were all pretty lacked in security ( I grew up in a small town where the day care lady was a college student) and the daycare's near me seem the same so that is what I base it on, (though I have no idea about their security) but thanks for pointing that out I'll try to make it more realistic, but now that I'm passed that it wont be a problem hopefully(Did that make any sense?-in short thanks for the review I'll try to make it more realistic from now on).

This chapter is going to be short I just wanted to get it updated.

Cheyenne watched as her husband moved between each cop trying to figure out what was going on. She could on sit back and watch as her life slowly began to unfold.

"Cheyenne honey let me take you home." Her uncle had offered for the millionth time.

"No thank you." Cheyenne replied for the millionth time. Mark came up and offered her a cup of coffee from the local coffee shop down the road, Cheyenne took two sips and then set it back down, she had a blanket draped over her shoulder and all she could do was follow Steve with her eyes.

"Want to come with me and get a bite to eat." Mark offered, trying to distract Cheyenne.

"No thank you Dad, I should just stay here." Cheyenne took another sip of her coffee, her eyes glazed over by tears that were beginning to build up.

"Come on Cheyenne there's not much we can do here, lets just go get everybody something to eat." He then took Cheyenne by the arm and led her to the car, she was to weak to resist. Mark attempted conversation in the car but Cheyenne could on stare forward wrapped up in the blanket. Mark had moved on to a conversation about hospital inventory when Cheyenne finally spoke up.

"Do you think they're scared?" She blurted out, Mark grew silent he adjusted the volume on the radio before responding.

"I believe so."

"Do you think they're warm?"

"I don't know."

"How about hungry, do you think they're hungry?"

"Depends."

"Depends on what?" Mark said nothing he just fiddled with the knobs on the dashboard and kept his concentration on driving. The tears slowly began to trickle down her eyes.

"He wouldn't hurt them would he?" Cheyenne sniffled. Mark coughed nervously.

"I don't know…." Mark was afraid to finish his sentence, thousands of possibilities were running through his head but he didn't want Cheyenne to know them. He heard plenty of kidnapped victim's stories before, many not always ending happily.

"Dad…." Cheyenne turned toward him.

"I don't know Cheyenne, what do you want to eat?" Cheyenne began to cry more, and turned back to staring out the window.

I told y'all it'd be short but I just wanted to throw this out, if I can I'll update more later in the week. As always please R/R and no flames:)