Save Me

Minuets

-Ryker

Something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones. Lex should've been back by now, she was just going to wash her hands. My fingertips danced nervously on the table top, drawing the boys' attention. The conversation had died completely and I could tell by their faces they thought something was up as well.

"Sally!" Lance called the young waitress over to our booth. "Can you do me a huge favor? Can you check the restroom for our friend please? It's been a while and we just wanna make sure she's feelin' alright." He spoke simply and smoothly, like a concerned friend. He didn't give away any hint that something terrible might have happened, even if that's what we were all thinking.

"Sure, no problem!" She chirped happily and bounced away, unaware just how panicked we were. Cocking my head to the side slightly, I reached out with my sensitive hearing. I searched desperately for the familiar thump of her heart, but all I heard was the sounds of dishes clicking in the kitchen and people talking at their tables. No Lex. The sound of the bathroom door clicking shut met my ears and then a moment later Sally came back. "There's no one in the bathroom, sorry guys." She looked around the table at our worried expressions and being the innocent girl she was, she tried to comfort us. "Hey, don't worry! She probably slipped out for some air, or maybe she wasn't feeling good and went home early."

"Thank you, Sally." Lance replied politely, as she excused herself back to the kitchen. "Okay, I've been facin' the door the whole time. No one went in or out. The kitchen is closed off by the bar, so she can't have gone in there. That's leaves one place, right? She has to be in that back hallway by the bathrooms." I smiled weakly at Lances hopeful tone, but somehow I knew that wasn't the case.

"I hope you're right." I mumbled as I stood, exiting the booth. The boys all did the same, throwing their money on to the table to cover our bill.

"We'll check out front, in case she slipped out without Lance seeing." Max spoke up and Jase nodded along, before they turned and walked towards the doors. I nodded stiffly to no one in particular and turned towards the bathrooms.

Lexington! Where are you?! I searched desperately with my mind, wanting nothing more than for her to snap at me to 'get out of her head.' I'd welcome her anger any day over this terrible feeling. Reaching the bathroom door, I stopped and looked around, there was only three doors in the little hall. My eyes quickly scanned the signs that hung on each. Women's Restroom. Men's Restroom. Exit.

Exit.

Glancing to the floor, I noticed long black streaks. They were unusual, something about them was yelling at me. Dropping to a crouch, I touched one. It was almost like the marks you'd see left on a gym floor when a black sneaker scuffs it. My heart sped up as fear gripped me, it all clicked. She was drug. These weren't left by a scuff of a sneaker, they were far too long. They were drag marks. Thank God for her black high-tops. I snapped my head up to look at Lance, my eyes probably wild and glowing by now. The expression on his face told me he knew what I was thinking. She was taken.

And then I felt it. It was weak, barely there, but there nonetheless. Ryker! in the alley, help! The sheer desperation in the thought had my heart aching. She was terrified. Standing quickly, I took one step towards the door and froze. A scene opened up in front of me, it was so clear, like I was right there. She must've opened her vision to me, yet another benefit to the whole telepathy thing.

The alleyway was dark, shadows danced on the walls, it was barely light enough to see. A hulking frame loomed over me, coming closer one tiny step at a time. He was large, dressed in a grey sweatshirt, I could just make out the greasy hair sticking out beneath the hood. Then he stepped into a small pool of light and I instantly recognized him. The lawyer that was at Lex's house. Her uncle. He raised a hand, a flash of silver glinted dangerously as he stepped closer still.