~Bailey’s POV~

I can’t believe I have no say in this. Why can’t I stay? Why do I have to go with them I don’t even know them. My father wouldn’t do something so cruel and awful as kidnap someone, to kidnap me, he loves me. I just don’t understand any of this. Shaking my head I tried to clear my head of unwanted thoughts.

The moon high and gorgeous over the sea as the rickety old boat house creaked under me, sitting on the porch letting my bare feet dangling in the cold water bashing at the house. Sure it was dangerous to sit here seeing as how the boat house was condemned, it was late at night and the house sat on the edge of the beach in the rockiest part of the territory. Large rocks foaming a cliff hid the area well and the rocks stretched well into the ocean coming up from the depths like mystery sea creatures searching for light. Many surfers dared to try the waves out and many have died, only one survived and lives in a wheel chair wishing he never did it in the first place, he told me that, he came to stop me from trying it. Not to lie I still want to the first to beat this hidden valley of large waves and dangerous wipe outs but I want to live and walk so I can surf another day.

“Hello?” the voice echoed into the silent room behind me where a boat would normally be stowed. Standing up quickly to hide I realized there was no where. The porch I stood on was split in half so a boat can go in and out and the inside was just like a big box with a cut out in the middle where a boat would sit.

A head peeked out from inside the boat house revealing long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, her face seemed old, wrinkled yet still smooth I’d say she was around thirty something same as my dad. Her lips twitching momentarily into a smile, “How’d you find me?”

She frowned but stepped further out on to the dock/porch, “Um…your friend, Alyssa,”

“She wouldn’t rat me out like that,” I growled ready to rip her a new one for even saying that my friend, my best friend, would tell them where I was.