I come to in what feels like a closet. It's pitch black in here. I can't see anything at all.

It's like I'm in a room with no windows or doors. I can hear horns outside as I grope the walls until I hit something hard and smooth and groovy.

What the fuck is that?

My hand traces it, and I feel rubber, metal, and then leather.

Is that?

I move to my hand to the left and hit handlebars.

Lucia?

I reach down to where the key would be, but it's not there.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

I feel around for a door, and my hand hits one. I turn the knob but it just jiggles.

I press my ear to the door and listen.

Nothing.

I feel around desperately, but my hand hits something warm and soft.

And moving.

I suck in a breath. I hear a whimper and I freeze.

"W-who are you?" The voice whimpers.

My heart squeezes.

"Noah?" I whisper.

"Mama?"

Oh my god, no.

I wish I was alone.

"Oh god." I breath, feeling like I'm going to be sick.

"Mama." He says again. I can feel him shaking where my hand rests on his knee. "Where are we?"

"I do not know sweetie." I leave him and feel around the rest of the room.

My hand feels something small and cold.

A key? I clutch it in my hand as I grope the floor of the rest of the room. I search around desperately until my hand brushes against skin.

"Mama! Somebody is touching me!" Noah whimpers.

"It's just me baby." I murmur.

I feel around the walls, and when my hand comes in contact with wood instead of wall, I suck in a breath.

This has to be the door again.

I try the knob and get nothing. I brush my finger along the knob, feeling for a keyhole.

There isn't one. This door handle was put on to lock from the outside.

I can hear footsteps outside, so I move away from the door and scoot away until I hit Noah. He gasps, so I grab his hand and squeeze it.

"Shh." I murmur so quietly, I'm worried he couldn't hear me. He stays silent though, and the footsteps stop right outside the door.

I sit, my boy tense next to my son, and wait.

When the person hears nothing, I hear his footsteps get quiet.

I can hear him going upstairs.

So we're downstairs somewhere, maybe a basement.

I swallow anxiously. My heart is pounding hard and my palms are sweating.

I crawl over to the motorcycle until my head collides with it. I trace it with my hands until my hand brushes over the spot that the pouch on Lucia would be in.

When my hand feels the familiar leather, I take a deep breath.

This is Lucia.

The guy with the blonde hair and red beard comes into my mind.

Who would kidnap me with Lucia?

Oh.

Jacob Roshard. I suck in a breath, my hands shaking in fear as I fumble with the clasp on the pouch. I pull it open and reach inside.

I can feel the sleek iPhone brush against my fingertips.

Holding my breath, I pull it out and hit the home button.

The screen ignites with power, the light so bright that I flinch away.

There's a notification on the screen, one that makes my stomach drop to my toes.

System: No SIM card Installed.

My phone is plugged into a portable charger that died. My battery is on 36%

I wipe away the tears from my eyes adjusting to the light as I peer at the screen.

Friday, January 27th.

It's Friday? We got taken on Monday!

I turn my phone on flashlight and shine it on Noah. It's definitely him. He flinches away from the light. I shine it around the room.

There are shelves above us, and a bar to put hangers on.

We're in a closet.

All that's in here is me, Noah, and Lucia.

I shut off the flashlight and sit down on the floor.

In France, you can't dial the police without reception.

I do not know if you can in the USA, but I dial 911 anyways.

It rings twice and then stops.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"I am with my twelve year old son and we were abducted." I whisper into the phone. "I have no idea where we are but I need help. I think we are in a closet in a basement."

"What is your name?" She asks.

"Odeletta G-Reed, and my son is Noah Reed."

I don't know why I almost said my maiden name. Maybe it was just out of panic.

"I remember when he knocked me out, he had blonde hair and a red beard, I think his name is Jacob Roshard."

I can hear her typing away on her keyboard.

"Okay, we are sending authorities to your location."

I hang up the phone and sink onto the floor. What is that key to?

I shine my phone screen onto it.

Lucia.

I stuff the key in Lucia's ignition and turn it.

"I'm really dizzy." Noah mumbles, his hands shaking.

I am too, and I feel really weak. I sit down on the floor, pulling him into my arms.

He's my son that isn't really a touchy person. He keeps to himself most of the time and loves reading or playing video games with his friends. He gets shy when I hug him because he's just at that age.

Right now though, his head is against my shoulder and I can feel him shaking uncontrollably.

I hear footsteps again. I tighten my grip on Noah and hold my breath.

I hear him walking all around the space outside the door, and then his footsteps upstairs.

A moment later, I hear the front door slam.

"We need to get out of here Mama, we need to get the door down." Noah whimpers into my shoulder. "He left, now is our chance."

I stand up and walk over to the door.

Noah grabs my phone where I left it on the floor and puts it on flashlight, holding it for me.

I see I still have on the same outfit. I take a deep breath, raise my right foot, and kick the door handle as hard as I can. It doesn't budge. I do it again, and again, and again.

It must be deadbolted.

I sigh and back up, and then run right into the door.

It doesn't budge.

I look at the door, and then at Lucia.

I back her up all the way across the room and do the tickle and turn on the choke.

I start her engine and get on.

Taking a deep breath, I go flying into the door.

It gives out, cracking the door where it's locked and flying open on the hinges, slamming back into the wall

I get off Lucia and turn around. Noah is scrambling out of the closet.

I can hear hurried footsteps upstairs and I see a baseball bat resting next to the door. I grab it and thrust it into Noah's hands. I see a glass cover on a fire hydrant. I walk over to it and Noah shatters it with the bat. I reach in and grab the fire hydrant.

I hear the front door slam and rushed footsteps, along with police sirens.

Our kidnapper comes rushing downstairs.

He has a giant gun in his hands, pointing it straight at Noah.

"Whoa!" I yell, moving in front of my baby. "No, don't shoot him!"

"You two are coming with me! Bring the fucking bike or I'll kill him!" He threatens.

I drop the hydrant and do as he says, pulling Lucia with us. He forces us out of an outside door, keeping his right hand on Noah's shoulder and the butt of the gun pressed against Noah's head. He brings us to a cargo van and shoves Noah inside of it, helping me lug Lucia into the back. He ties Lucia down with some rope and takes out the key, throwing it on the floor. He grabs my right arm roughly and throws me into the van with Noah. He reaches for a bottle of something and puts it on a rag, rushing towards Noah, he clams the rag onto his mouth.

"No!" I cry out, fighting with his arm.

Noah falls backwards, unconscious.

"He's just a kid!" I shout at him. I see a lot of cabs on the street behind us, along with large brick buildings.

We're in New York City.

"Help!" I shout. "Help me! Help!"

He clamps the rag on my mouth too, and a few moments later, everything goes black.

"Wait, what?" Adelaide demands. "What? Explain that again please."

"I spoke to an officer in New York City. He said he got a distress call from Odeletta's phone saying she was kidnapped with her twelve year old son, that she saw him when he knocked her out and she thinks his name is Jacob Roshard." He sighs. "When they got there, a couple was outside saying they heard Odeletta yelling for help. They searched the house and they were being kept in the basement, that it was indeed Jacob Roshard's house. Her cell phone was found in the snow outside with no SIM card. The couple said she was thrown into the back of a van with Noah and her motorcycle. He drives a white Chevrolet Express, which is a work van. His tags have been given out to every state, amber alerts too, and blue alerts. His van will be spotted."

"But they're alive?" Annalise whispers, clutching to Mason's hand.

"As of two hours ago, they're alive."

"Wait." I put my hands up. "This is good news, yes? This is a lead. We know what they're in, we know they're alive, we know where they were being kept, and we know who has them."

"This is good." The officer nods.

"I want an alert out on Odeletta's motorcycle." I say firmly.

"Why?" The officer looks confused.

"My wife is a smart women, Officer Landon. She will probably find a way out of that van with Lucia and Noah, and I doubt she's going to be worried about calling to tell everyone she's okay. She's going to be worried about getting as far away from Jacob as she can."

I feel physically sick about all of this. My son and wife were taken, kidnapped by the bastard that almost ruined my life years before.

Is he feeding them? Giving them water?

I wake up slowly. I can feel the ground vibrating beneath me. My head snaps up.

I'm in the back of the van.

Noah is awake, sitting in the corner with his knees to his chest. His eyes are hollow and he looks weak.

He looks the way I feel.

It's sunny outside, light seeping in from the back windows.

"Hey!" I exclaim, hitting the metal grate separating me from Jacob Roshard. "You bastard you could at least get us some food and water!"

I can feel the van swerve suddenly.

"No!" He shouts.

"The average human can't go three days without water! It's been more than that!" I argue. "You can't gut us like fish if we're dead by the time you stop!"

"Fine!" He snarls. "There's a McDonald's at this exit. We're going through the drive through, if either one of you makes a fucking noise, I'll kill the other, got it?"

"Yes." I say.

I feel the van swerve as he drives off.

I sit down next to Noah, rubbing my temples.

I have a raging headache.

I look around for something to use to cut the ropes on Lucia free.

My eyes rest on some thin rope across the way.

I sigh slowly.

We stay silent as we go through the drive through, and after we go through he pulls over and opens the side door, throwing a bag of food in, along with two water bottles. He slams the door shut again and goes around to the drivers side..

We start to drive.

I hand Noah one of the waters.

"Don't gulp it." I say. "There's nothing in your stomach and you will throw up."

He just nods weakly and sips the water. I sip mine, opening the bag.

He got two burgers and a large fry.

My son is starving to death, quite literally, and that's all he got him?

I resist the urge to cuss the bastard out as I hand him a burger and the large fry.

"You have the fries, I don't like McDonald's fries."

I'm lying, but Noah's life is more important to me than my own. He needs food.

He doesn't think twice about it. I eat my burger and Noah eats all the fries and his burger.

When both of our waters are empty, we throw all the trash in the bag and sit back. I put my arm around Noah and lean down to whisper.

"We're getting out of here."

His head snaps up to mine.

"You have a plan?" He whispers. I just nod my head.

Lucia has her kickstand up but with the turns of the van, she could fall.

The ropes are attacking her to the sides of the van. There's shelves in here, lining the walls. There's a door to Noah's left and there's the double back doors in the back.

There's a handle in here to open the back door.

In most sedans there is a handle in the trunk in case you get locked in here.

Or get kidnapped, like Noah and I.

I spot Lucia's key a few feet away from me. It was originally where I'm sitting when I passed out, but it's probably sliding all over the place. I grab the key and stuff it in my bra.

My skin feels disgusting.

"What day is it?" I demand to Jacob.

"Monday." He says. "Stop talking or I will kill your precious kid."

Bastard.

I keep my mouth shut. I peek out the window on the side door and see the cars around us are thick. We're slowing down a lot.

Traffic.

I grab the rope and crawl over to Lucia's rope.

I put the rope I have in my hand over Lucia's rope and start tugging back and forth quickly. The rope snaps. I do it on the other side, and then do it on the back side.

When Lucia is free from the rope, I look at Noah and point to the door.

We're going slow now, only about five miles per hour, maybe ten or fifteen.

I grab the key and stay crouched as I shove it in the ignition. I do the tickle and the choke.

"Get the door and then get on. Put your feet here and your arms around my waist and do not let go." I whisper at Noah. His eyes widen. I stand up and he sprints to the double doors, throwing it open.

The moment I see freedom, I slam my foot down on the kickstart. Noah is on the back of the bike as soon as I lift the kickstand. I can hear a gun going off as I rev the engine and go flying, quite literally, out of the back of Lucia, pulling into the bike lane and speeding down the interstate. Noah's grip around my waist is tight as I fly off, glancing down at the speedometer.

107MPH.

I pick up speed. 110. 115. 120.

I maintain my speed and keep flying. When I reach a slight break in traffic, I cut the wheel to the left sharply, leaning into the turn. Noah's grip around my waist is shaking.

This is the first time any of my kids has ever been on Lucia. Nathan was't okay with it and honestly, I wasn't either.

I'm well aware how dangerous Lucia is.

I shoot across the five lane oncoming lane and fly into the grass, cutting off a semi as I pull onto the ongoing traffic, flying down the interstate in the middle lane.

The ice cold air is whipping my face as I gun down the highway.

I pass a sign that says Welcome to Wyoming.

We're going east.

We were in Idaho.

I don't slow down until I realize that Lucia's gas light is on.

By the time I get off at an exit, the sun is deep beneath the clouds.

I pull into some podunk Wyoming town and drive the speed limit around.

After a few minutes, I hear sirens behind me and I look in my mirror to see blue, red, and white lights behind me. Noah tightens his grip on me as I signal and pull over.

The officer gets out and walks calmly over to me. I see him studying my license plate for a moment and then he walks up to me, studying me, and then Noah. He glances down at the phone in his hand.

"There is an AMBER alert out on this license plate." He says. "It's a nationwide alert." He hesitates. "Do you have a I.D. on you?"

"No, sir." I say. Noah buries his head in my back.

"Are you Odeletta and Noah Reed?" He asks.

"Yes." I say.

"How about you guys step off the bike."

Noah climbs off and I follow him, shutting Lucia off.

He glances down at his phone and hits something on the screen, raising the phone to his ear.