Searching for Love, Found Wealth

“Why’s the school not filled by now?” I checked the time and it was already 8:12am. Wasn’t school happening today?

I saw no juniors loitering about and there was definitely no teacher, except for a cleaner that had presumably opened the school.

I picked up my wet Agric text book that was lying on the wet floor.

At worse, I could dry it up and use it. I don’t have time to begin losing textbooks as I am in final year of high school already.

Cara should be ready to repay all these goods she destroyed.

I don’t know what group she was paired it but I know she wasn’t helping them with the projects but was destroying other groups.

At the school’s entrance, the gate man wasn’t at the gates yet. Things were looking weirder.

How can the school gate be left unmanned at past eight? So much for one of the reputable high school at Washington.

I walked to the gateman’s post and saw a letter in a envelop there. From the feels, it seemed like some cash were inside it.

Very risky to keep it lying around. I pushed it under his door for his sake keeping.

Maybe the poor guy was paid today and excitedly went shopping forgetting his job.

I had walked barely thirteen minutes out of the school gates when I heard footsteps behind me.

I casually turned around to see who was following me. Maybe Jacob to apologize or Chris cos he needed to buy more cold water.

But I saw instead a male figure creepily following me. I couldn’t miss the black leather jacket and sunglasses.

I turned back hastily and fastened my feet. Sweat was dripping down my chest and forehead.

“Hey, you, stop there!” a harsh voce bellowed. I’ve done lots of stupid things but me halting at the man’s voice should top them all. I regret lots of my actions today.

I broke out of my dilemma and made a sprint. A car drove in front of me and I slowed down to avoid collision.

Inside the car were more men on leather jackets with sunglasses and messy tattoos. The tattoos were scary on their own, talk less of their grins.

My neck was dragged and a rough cold hand tightened around it. It was hard to breathe. They had a stench too.

“Let me go ple…” I began choking. I threw my hands in the air and luckily hit his head, swinging his dark sunglasses away.

Some men alighted from the car and that’s when I knew I was being ambushed.

With all my might I pushed against the man, holding me pinned to his body in the most perverted way, and sped off.

I couldn’t see my school but I knew I was straight ahead. I hadn’t even run for up to twenty seconds when their long legs caught up to me.

A hand went up to my nose with a handkerchief. I bit and shouted “help” but no one heard me. How could no single soul be on the road?

“Yes you’re dealing with the Martinez. No one comes to your aid” the man I had hit his glasses off, said. I realize how grave my sin was. For a contract I hadn’t signed.

“I have the contract, I can return it back” I sniffed. My head was panging with pain.

“I promise not to tell any…” but a handkerchief covered my nose again. And in no time my whole world turned dark.

(Third Person Narrative Intended)

Jacob left the class in search of Kiera, two minutes after she went out. He knew she was born reckless as there’s a bounty on her head by now. Yet she wanted to stroll off home.

“Hey, where are you going?” Jasper ran after him.

“If Kiera want to go home. I’d drop her” he said as he sped off.

“What? Are you the one to drop her…?” Jasper reduced his pace and stared at his brother. He brought out his phone scrolled down to call Reuben but stopped halfway.

“Let’s fate play” he smirked, placed his phone back in his pocket and went back to class.

Jacob could hardly believe Kiera, who just left the school minutes ago, had crossed the school street far that he couldn’t see her.

Had she ran off in anger? He knew he was being annoying but he just wanted to joke around to lights the burdened atmosphere.

He increased he volume of his radio and cruised around hoping to catch her trying to run home.

He couldn’t hear around him but he didn’t mind, he hoped she’d hear him. No car or passerby was in sight. It felt weird that no one was.

He drove all the way to the school’s estate gate. It was locked. And no security man was at post. How would students come to school?

“Hey. Something’s weird” Jacob immediately called Jasper.

“What? Found your princess?” Jasper cooed. Jacob rolled his eyes but he paused as a realization hit him.

“Anyway why’s everyone coming from the estate’s back. They said the front gate was locked” Jasper added.

Jacob shook off his thoughts and nodded even if his brother couldn’t see him, “It’s locked really. Did you see Kiera pass back? She’s not here”.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“Nope, she didn’t pass back. You didn’t see her?” Jasper laced the last part with worry.

Jacob exhaled, it couldn’t be. Not now. “I’ll search, bye” he answered.

“Oh. Take care and be care…” Jacob hung up before Jasper finished.

He began driving back to school watching out for every detail. He reduced his radio as well.

A book which was familiar caught his attention. It was besides the road. He came down to check and found it was Kiera’s wet Agric book.

“How did it get here?” he asked himself. He realized that she must have taken it with her. Then where was she?

He exhaled again. It really shouldn’t be.

Jasper called again, “Hey again. Something is wrong. Chloe said she received a text from Kiera now, saying that she will be gone for a while to improve her mental health”.

Jacob’s brow raised on hearing that, “That’s weird. Gone where? How did she go?”.

“I don’t know but Kiera do seem like her mental health need help. Anyway what was weirder was that Kiera added “dear” every time she wrote Chloe. Chloe said it wasn’t the way Kiera chatted her. I think this is a cover up for her kidnap” Jasper noted.

“Agreed. Tell Chloe not to answer the message” Jacob said immediately and hung up.

Martinez just striked again. But it won’t end like Jennie’s case. He’d make sure of that.

He went back into his car and started searching more thoroughly for car tyre prints.