Kidnapped

Chapter 15

Chapter 15:

I'm not sure how she did it. Mrs. Fitee can be stubborn and intimidating at times, but I never though she would be able to get the police to let both me and Dave out of jail without having to pay or go through some long, drug-out process. The police weren't very happy, of course, but ever since I got arrested the first time I don't really care what they think.

"How did you do it?" I asked Mrs. Fitee over and over.

"I have my ways," She replied.

"Well how can I ever repay you?"

"You don't need to. I'll see you around, Erica." She turned away and walked off before I could say anything else. I turned to Dave.

"She sounds like you." I grinned. He just shook his head with a smile before walking over to his truck. At first, I didn't know where he was going since I wasn't used to being in the new truck, but then I realized that the other one was gone and followed him.

"So how are we going to find these people?" I asked him once I got in the passenger side. He closed the door, turned the car on, and pulled out onto the street before answering.

"I'm not sure." He glanced over at me. "But I think we should get your cast replaced, it looks a little beat up."

I looked down at my cast. It was covered in dust and I couldn't even tell it was yellow anymore. The edges were all torn and cracked and the withe padding was coming out. I hadn't even bothered to notice before. I lifted my wrist and realized that it felt tighter, too.

"That might be a good idea." I replied. "Are we going to the Gretton Medical Center?"

"Yeah."

"I don't have any money." I told him, looking up from my cast that didn't so much look like a cast anymore but more like a coating of mud baked onto my arm.

"I'll cover it," Dave replied.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry," I started, feeling terrible. "I'm so sorry you have to keep doing this. I'm sorry for dragging you into this. Its all my fault and now your parents are gone and Jake's gone and everything is a mess and we're goi-"

"Erica, it's alright. It's not your fault. And we're going to find them, okay? I know we will."

I didn't reply. I just brushed my tears away and stared at my cast again. In a way, it was just like how I felt. Torn up, cracked, and beaten.

The drive was about twenty minutes. We were both quiet for the most of the way. The only time we spoke was when Dave asked me if I was okay. I nodded and said that I'd live.

Unlike Jake.

The medical center was a big brick building, and the parking lot was somewhat empty. When we went inside, it smelt like the emergency room had- like cleaner. And it was strangely bright.

"Name?" The lady at the front desk asked.

"Erica Jones." I replied. "J-O-N-E-S."

"I'm going to need you to fill these out, please," The lady said, handing me a clipboard and a pen. There were about fifteen pages on it.

"I'll help," Dave told me, grabbing another pen. "I filled them out for you last time."

"Oh, thanks." I said, handing him half of the stack. I hadn't even realized he'd done that. Well, I guess someone had to, and Dave knew nearly everything about me so he could fill them out easily.