Chapter 4

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I'm writing this with blurry vision because I somehow lost my glasses between last night and this morning. I tried calling people to ask if they knew where they are and no one answered… :….(

"What?" I poke the place in question and feel the bump.

"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now. Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right not, wish right now."

"Tory, the guys are coming right over," Ben says as he sits next to me and drapes his arm across my shoulders.

"Why?" Asking all of these one word questions are really getting on my nerves, but it's as if my brain is short circuiting and it is not cooperating with doing regular brain functions. You know like making sense of the situation at hand and forming more complex questions.

"Because they're worried about you and they want to comfort you."

"More like Hi wants to raid the fridge and Shelton wants to check out the technology and tug on his ear like no tomorrow." Fortunately for Ben, my humorous nature is built in and my Brain Haze isn't bothering it.

"Probably, but you know what I'm here for?"

"To be my audience."

"Of course. Always."

A silence drifts in between us and we are both lost in our own thoughts.

My mind drifts back to three days ago when I was in my room finishing up the last touches on a Calculus assignment.

*********FLASHBACK***********IT'S SNOWING!*********

"Done! Finally!" I slide my notebook paper into my Calc book and slam it shut. I lean across my bed and slide the humongous book into my back pack before zipping it shut.

I jump up and flop down into my desk chair and boot up my Mac. I click on the iFollow icon on the screen when a big, furry 75 pound weight jumps on my lap, squeezing the air out of me.

"Ow, Coop!" I scoot him over a little bit so his claws won't leave puncture marks on my legs. "Give a little warning next time!"

All he does is look at me with big, wolf-dog eyes and my heart melts.

"You get off with it this time, mutt." I return my attention to the screen and to my surprise, the guys are already online. I click on the Chat button and my screen immediately blows up to the familiar four quadrants. "Hey." I say to the screen and interrupt whatever the guys were talking about.

Judging but the bored look on Ben's face, the two clowns were arguing about some sci-fi TV show. From the look of satisfaction Shelton's face, Star Trek.

"Just got the Calculus assignment done. I'm headed for the bunker now if anyone's interested."

Ben looks over at me and says, "I'll meet you there."

Ben's quadrant disappears leaving our screen in thirds. "You guys coming?"

"Yep." Shelton and Hi say at the same time and they start laughing hysterically.

I roll my eyes before closing down iFollow and jumping up from my chair, dumping Cooper on to the floor. "Come on, mutt. We're going to the bunker." I grab my phone from the bed before walking to the door and running down the stairs with Cooper running behind me. I grab the leash beside the door so Kit gets the hint that 'I'm taking Coop on a walk and I'm only taking the leash to make Ruth happy'.

I open the door and Coop shoots out like a bullet and I laugh as he turns around at the edge of the woods. "I'm coming, dog breath."

I jog to the woods and I feel a tingling in my stomach like someone is watching me. I look around and see no one.

I shrug. I'm just imaging it.

I turn around and follow Coop in to the woods, toward the bunker.

About to the halfway point I hear rustling in the bushes. I stop walking and look around. Coop is staring at something to the right in the bushes. He starts growling. I walk over to him and look in the direction that he is.

I take a small step toward the bush when strong hands take ahold of my arms and pulls me toward them, roughly.

"WHA—"

One of my attackers stuffs a cloth into my mouth, cutting of my voice. Another one covers my eyes with a scratchy piece of cloth, leaving me in the dark.

An eerily familiar voice fills my stomach with dread and fear.

Chance Claybourne.

"I will find out your secrets, Victoria."

I feel a prick in my upper right arm and all of my senses drop away until I'm unconscious.