I huffed as I kept running to the location my never-was-my-father said. I passed people on the sidewalk and pushed through some crowds that gathered infront of stores. Some people hurriedly moved out of my way as I ran and others, I had to move around them. Some yelled at me as I dashed past and some pulled little children out of my way.

My heart was beating against my chest so hard that it hurt and the cold air burned my throat as I gasped for more. But I kept going. I don't even know who my not-father was talking about when he said he took one of my friends but it didn't matter. 

I needed to face him. He'll go away if I do. Hopefully. If not, if he does have one of my friends or anyone really, hopefully they can escape. I thought about that more as I kept pushing myself to keep going. 

How come I'm not scared for myself? I'm more scared for whoever he has then I am for myself. I don't really care if I get hurt as long as no one gets hurt because of me. I won't be able to hold onto myself if someone else gets hurt.

I finally spotted the street sign for Main Street which means that I'm almost there. I kept going even though my throat was on fire and my legs hurt. I went a few more blocks before I got to where my never-was-my-father said he was. I turned the corner to find an empty lot with an old, abanded store. I could barely gasp for air which made my throat worse and my legs shook so much that it was hard to stand up.

I panted as I frantically looked around the empty lot. Damn it! I'm foolish to think that he would actually have kidnapped someone. I'm dumb enough to actually believe him! I start to second guess everything but then I hear it.

The scream.

It drowned me in panic and a frenzy of fear. I sprinted towards the abanded buildings as I heard the scream again. Everytime I heard it, it felt like a knife cutting into me.