Hit the Road

Prologue

-Two years ago -

"Ok Cheryl, now just divide that number and you should get the answer,"

Tutoring wasn't the easiest task but I had to manage, I needed a way to catch up on my credits.
Sighing I looked over Cheryl's shoulder as she completed her last equation, I went on thinking about the reason she was in my tutoring, I've never met someone as talented and bright as this girl.

The quiet buzz of my phone brought me out of my thoughts. Pulling it out of my pocket I read the tag on the screen, Mother.

With a heavy heart and an eye roll I picked up on the fourth ring, "Greyson White!" My mother yelled into my ear her accent clear as day, "Supper has been ready for the past twenty minutes and you're not even ho-"

"Mother," I cut her off "I'll be home in ten minutes," and with that I hung up. I will never hear the end of it for pulling that off but her irritating demands were starting to get a kick at me.

I sent Cheryl home a couple of minutes ago as I started to pack my books,
"what an eventful session" I murmured to myself, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
As I made my way through the barren halls of Flowing Wells high I couldn't help but notice the massive poster promoting next weeks Senior prom. I wanted to ask Georgia Rose to be my date, but I didn't have the guts. If I didn't gather the courage to ask her by tomorrow I knew for sure Liam would, he's been pinning after her since the eighth grade.

In no time I found myself a block from my house, the safest in Cheshire England, my mother would call it.
The sun was setting and soon I would be surrounded by darkness, although I had to admit our neighborhood was relatively guarded I wasn't too keen on the idea of walking alone at night.
Picking up the pace I was just a few minutes away from the warmth of my small house when out of nowhere a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a nearby alley.
As I opened my mouth ready to scream another hand smothered my mouth muffling my cries of distress.
One thought raced through my mind, why?

My heart racing and my hands shaking,

"Let's take him boys."

"C-Cheryl?" I barely managed to mumble.
The last thing I saw was a head of thick mahogany hair.

And then it was black.