Chapter 3
Gavin
A/N: this chapter is thanks to 11katie11,
Gavin's POV
My mother is a liar. Mommy always says she'll get home early, but she's a liar. I can tell she wants to get home earlier, but Mom is always home at eight.
I can do a lot of things by myself though. I can get snack and put my dinner in the microwave on school nights. All I have to do is finish my homework, and then I can play legos or playstation2. But sometimes I get bored when nobody can play with me. I can cross the street and go to the park. Just like now. One more time I looked back at my house for any cars. No one. I could see my house from the park; it's at the farthest street corner. But the park is across 11th, where I not really supposed to go. I always make sure mom isn't home at six like she said she would be.
Mom doesn't think I'm old enough to do anything. But I know I am, because I turned ten last month. And ten year olds don't need nannies. Mom fired the last one after third grade, and that was ages ago, so I'm allowed to stay home alone. Every time, I wait until I hear the garage door open before I get in bed. It's nice to see her crack the door and check on me.
I reached the park and got on my favorite swing. I liked it there. I could see all the other kids, and their watchful parents waiting on the sidelines. Sometimes I wondered what it would be like to have parents like that, the ones who take their son to a park and always have Neosporin. Those kids that didn't have a dad in the military, who got to see him every day. Not every Christmas. I missed my dad, worried he would forget me. But a lot of times he would write and I would tell him about school and soccer.
I am going to the slides when a man stops me.
"Are you supposed to be here alone, young man?"
I shrug. "Yeah"
"Well Gavin shouldn't your mother know you're at the park?"
"No"
"But I don't want to have to call her and tell her where you are…"
"Oh," I grin sheepishly, "I guess so."
The man with the twinkly eyes takes my hand and we walk together to his car. It's a shiny black Infiniti G35. I suddenly remember the police officer at school telling us about stranger danger. I turn to him suspiciously.
"How do you know my mom?"
"I work at the office with her."
That's a good enough answer for me, so I hop in the car.
"Dude, awesome car!"
He chuckles, then says, "You thirsty? I have sprite."
I nod and he points to the console. I grab a bottle and take a sip. I didn't realize I was so thirsty but soon I'm gulping the whole thing down. I put it down and instantly notice something's wrong. Everything's spinning. I close my eyes to stop the dizziness and they feel weird, like rocks are holding them closed. Midnight Black velvet… that is so soft. The last thing I hear is,
"Poor kid was guilible enough to actually get in the car."
A/N: Sorry it took me a while to update. I am trying to keep up with 3 stories at once on top of school and homework and dance and something called life... so don't stop reading and i promise to keep on writing because i love this story. And the more reviews i get shows me people are reading it. :)..... SO please review