A/N: I did a DIY hat! My parents and sister kept asking what  the symbol meant and I was mentally like, "boi."  

Um....I should probably have a slight trigger warning these next two chapters. I guess this is the warning? 

Enjoy!

  •Tyler•

   Josh climbs into the treehouse minutes later, and I explain everything. He reads all of the journal entries, as well as the letter, his eyes widening through all of it. 

   "I-I knew this dude was causing problems, but I didn't know he did this much," Josh stutters, looking up from the letter. "We need to find her," he whispers. 

   "To start off, we need to find my most recent yearbook and find this dude's name," I say. Josh nods, and we head off to my house to rummage through my room. 

    •Jenna•

   It's dark. So dark. And dusty. Dust particles float in the air. I can see them illuminated in the faint light shining through the cracks of the building I'm in. I remember trying to catch them as a kid.

   I sigh. My lips feel so chapped from the gag in my mouth. My wrists, ankles, and middle are sore from the ropes binding me to the chair. Light sleep come and goes—when I'm trying not to freeze to death, that is. They took my jacket, leaving me in jeans and a thin t-shirt.

     I jump and squint as blinding light shines into my eyes, and a figure suddenly appears. They close the door quickly, and I hear shuffling. There's a click, and a single light bulb blinks on above me, its dim yellow light only filling the center of the room. 

    "Gosh, it's freezing in here. I wish the boss was at least a little bit kinder towards you." The guy walks to a shadowy corner, where he clicks on a heater. I mentally thank him as a wave of heat rolls toward me.

   The dude has come by a few times now and then to check on me. I've named him Brownie because of his brown hair. At least, I think it's brown from what I can tell from the dim light. He's actually pretty attractive with his dark hair, fit body, and cute nose. I'd probably date him, that is, if he wasn't a kidnapper's sidekick....and if I wasn't dating Tyler.

    A rock settles in my stomach. Tyler broke up with me yesterday. Right. Or was it yesterday? How long has it been? Either way, he probably doesn't even miss me. He probably doesn't even realize I'm gone.

   "So, I'm supposed to check on you every once in a while, as you know, to make sure you're not escaping or trying to kill yourself. We wouldn't want that." The boy scratches his head. It feels like I've seen him around school, but I'm not sure. He looks at me, brushing his bangs from his face. "Um, I guess I'll take the gag off of you. It looks really uncomfortable. I'll have to put it back on before I leave, though, that way you don't like, um...scream for help...or something."

    I chuckle through my gag. Honestly, this guy is basically what Josh would probably be like if he went to the Dark Side. Both of them are socially awkward, but in a funny way. I think that if Josh got into a fight, he'd probably barely tap the person, then apologize. I don't think either of them could hurt a flea. They'd probably both make friends with their victim, then feel sorry for them.
    I suck in a mouthful of air as the souring handkerchief is lifter away from my face and draped over my right shoulder. 

   "Thank you," I say hoarsely. "Do you have any water? My mouth is a desert." 

   Brownie cocks his head. "I guess I could find a bottle. I can't believe I'm being this nice to a victim. But I guess the boss wouldn't be happy for the victim to die from dehydration." He rummages through something in the shadows. He returns with a bottle and uncaps it, then tilts it toward my mouth to allow me to drink since my hands are tied. 

   I lick my lips after downing half the bottle. "What does your 'boss' even want with me?"

 Brownie shrugs. "I don't know. He spoke of revenge?"

 I scoff. "I did nothing to him but refuse to take his advice about breaking up with Tyler. He's just too sensitive to take no for an answer. Tyler apparently broke up with me anyway."

The black-haired boy took me in the treehouse. I didn't know he had a sidekick with him until we reached the bottom of the ladder. They gagged me and threw me in a cloth bag, then loaded me into a van. That's how I woke up here.

   Brownie shrugs again. "I don't know. I think he's jealous of that Tyler dude."

I roll my eyes. "I expected to have drama in a relationship, but not to be stalked and kidnapped."

   He smirks. "You're funny." 

   I change the subject. "So why do you do all the dirty work for your boss?"

 Brownie shrugs. "He's one of the only friends I have. Plus he pays me."

  "Reasonable enough," I shrug. 

  Brownie stares at me for a moment, then snaps out of the apparent daze that he was in. "Well, I guess I need to go." He rises and leaves after making sure I'm gagged again. Great. I'm a damsel in distress with no prince charming to come rescue me. I guess I'm being left for the dragon.

  
    •Tyler•

  
     "So now that we know who the guy is, what do we do?" Josh turns to me from his place on my bed.

   "We split up. I think I have an idea of where this guy lives, but I'm not sure. I think I went to a party at his house once," I reply.

 Josh nods. "I'll take my car, you take yours." We grab our phones from our chargers, walk upstairs, then our flesh is out the door.

   I know I'm at the right house when I see the family name on their mailbox. Pulling up to the curb, I park my car and take a deep breath before getting out. If Jenna isn't here, then I don't know where she'd be.

  Carefully shutting my door, I walk up the front sidewalk and the steps. A middle-aged woman with brown hair answers the door, her eyes narrowing in confusion.

 "May I help you?" she asks.

 I clear my throat. "Uh, yes, um...is your youngest son home? I'm one of his friends from school." I mentally cringe when I say that I'm his friend. Never in a million years. 

  She shakes her head. "He told me he was going somewhere with a friend. He should be back soon, though."

   "Oh...well, thank you for the help. I guess I'll just catch him another time."

  She nods. "Sorry for the inconvenience."

  I shake my head. "It's not a problem, ma'am. Have a good day." The woman smiles and closes the door.

 I run my hands through my hair and  breathe deeply. Where would my precious Jenna be!?

   It's too late. He's already captured her for good. Maybe even killed her.

 Tears form in my eyes, and I shake my head. She's not dead. She can't be.

  I step off of the porch and am walking back to my car when something catches my eye. Broken, parallel lines stand out in the snow with numerous footprints surrounding them. There are footprints scattered across the whole yard, but the lines are what stand out. They're just in the one area.

  Crouching down low, I run around the side of the house, still following the lines. I look up to see an old wood shed at the edge of the backyard, hidden by some trees and a few dead bushes. Glancing over my shoulder to make sure nobody sees me from the house, I run forward until I'm behind one of the trees. I reach for the shed's rusty doorknob and take a deep breath. Then, I twist it and push the door open.

  Darkness meets me. I'd need a flashlight to see deeper into the shed. I almost close the door until I see a glimmer come from my peripheral vision. Jenna's locket. 

   I swing the door open all the way and fumble for a light switch. I close the door, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. That's when I see Jenna gagged and bound to a chair in the center of the room. I rush over to her and rip the gag off her, then kiss her roughly. My heart soars at the sight of her being alive, but then plummets when she pulls back.

   Her sky-blue eyes widen, becoming watery from tears. "Why are you doing this?" she whispers. "You broke up with me." 

Despite the situation, I find myself laughing. "Jenna, that letter wasn't from me. It was from your kidnapper. I think it was part of his plan all along."

   She narrows her eyes. "How do I know you're not lying to me?"

  I look into her eyes. "Because I love you too much to let you go."

  The tears spill over her eyes, and I move forward to hug her. "Now, let's get you out of here before they come back. I shoot Josh a text telling him where we're at so he can meet us. I start to untie Jenna's wrists as I tell her about the journal entries and how I found her. Moving to her right hand, I whip around when I hear a creak behind me. Bright light spills into the room as a figure appears at the door. 

   "Well, well, well, if it isn't the headcase himself." The black-haired boy pushes the door open. 

   I glare at the boy that has caused Josh, Jenna, and me so much pain. "You better watch who you call a headcase, because I don't think I'm the only one here, Brendon Urie."