Gone (Gone #1) Read online

  Contents

  Title Page

  Watching

  Taken

  Gone

  Awake

  Interrupted

  Sick

  Frantic

  Dungeon

  Guilt

  Identity

  Sneaking

  Anxiety

  Memories

  Fear

  Clean

  Communication

  Thwarted

  Desperate

  Changes

  Discovery

  Deeper

  Room

  Mistake

  Clothes

  Dread

  Bound

  Reminders

  Spiral

  Stranger

  Telling

  Light

  Hardware

  News

  Crushed

  Bar

  Ride

  Clue

  Surprise

  Tired

  Discussion

  Goodbye

  Held

  Other Books

  Author's Note

  GONE

  GONE - BOOK ONE

  by Stacy Claflin

  http://www.stacyclaflin.com

  Copyright ©2014 Stacy Claflin. All rights reserved.

  Edited by Garrett Robinson

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  Watching

  Sitting in his warm truck across from the park, Chester Woodran watched her walk across the open field. An overhead light turned on as she passed under it in the dusk. Her long, dark hair swished back and forth behind her. She wandered around the playground, walking between the climbers and slides until she stopped in front of the swings.

  He had spent hours watching her. Studying her. He knew her almost better than she knew herself.

  The moment of truth would arrive soon. She'd come a few minutes early, but he wouldn't deviate from the schedule. He would act exactly on time. He'd laid the groundwork. He wasn't going to let her change a thing.

  Chester pulled out his phone and scrolled through the pictures, stopping at his favorite. It was the girl in the park for sure, although he couldn't see the details of her face up close yet. He would have to wait a few minutes.

  From the phone, her light brown eyes shone at him. Her shy, almost insecure face smiled sweetly.

  His heart sped up at the thought of many weeks of work coming together at long last. The waiting was about to end.

  Clenching the steering wheel with all his might, he took several deep breaths to calm himself. Every precaution had been taken. Prepared with painstaking care. There was no chance of anything going wrong so long as he stayed with the plan.

  The alarm on his digital wristwatch beeped. He turned it off and then leaned back into the seat, adjusting his over-sized glasses.

  It was time.

  Taken

  Macy Mercer sat on the swing, clutching the cold, metal chain. Soon she'd meet Jared, the sweet and adorable boy she met online. She pushed the dirt with her foot, swinging back and forth, listening to the leaves rustle nearby as a breeze picked up. The temperature felt like it had dropped ten degrees, so she zipped up her hoodie as far as it would go. She should have worn a coat, but it was too late to go back home.

  A crow cawed in the distance, giving her the chills.

  To distract herself, she grabbed the new smart phone she'd received for her fifteenth birthday. She checked the time. Jared still had another five minutes. Macy had been so eager to meet him that she'd sneaked out of her house a little early, eager for her first real date. Her parents had a stupid, outdated rule that she couldn't date until she turned sixteen. There was no way she would wait an entire year. Not when her friends all went out every weekend.

  She looked around the empty park once more, the swing chains groaning as they carried her back and forth listlessly. Jared was supposed to meet her after his baseball practice. He was the star of the team, and sometimes had to stay a little late because the coach expected more from him than anyone else. She scrolled through their latest texting conversation, her excitement building.

  The phone buzzed, startling her. Hoping that it was Jared, she scrolled to the bottom of the screen and smiled.

  Sorry, coach is keeping me late

  Macy sighed, shivering in the cold Washington breeze. How long?

  Abt a half hr

  The last thing Macy wanted was to put the date off, but it was really cold. U sure 2day still works?

  You want my dad to get u?

  Macy ran her hands through her freshly-styled hair. Going with a grown man hadn't been part of the plan. She was just supposed to meet Jared and go the mall, or maybe a movie or to the arcade. They were going to play it by ear.

  Is it ok? Or u wanna wait?

  It was getting colder, and no way she wanted to sit here that long. The mall was too far to walk to, but with his dad she'd be warmer and see Jared sooner.

  They'd talked for so long over computers and texts. Macy didn't want to wait more. She'd show everyone she wasn't afraid to go out with a boy, no matter what her parents said.

  She texted him back. He's ok driving me?

  He offered

  U can't come now?

  No. I have to help

  Ok. Your dad can pick me up

  K c u soon

  Sliding the phone back into her pocket, she looked around again. Something didn't feel right, but she pushed it aside. She and Jared had known each other for a whole month, and he was sweet and funny. If he thought it was okay for her to go with his dad, it was fine. She wasn't a little girl anymore. Macy held her chin a little higher.

  A green pickup truck with a black canopy pulled into the empty parking lot. Macy squinted, trying to see if the driver looked like an old version Jared's profile pictures. She couldn't tell.

  The lights flashed the high beams, and she took that as her cue to go. She held her handbag close, stood tall, and walked to the truck trying to look mature and sophisticated.

  As she neared the truck, the passenger door opened. The man sitting in the driver's seat looked nice enough. He had dark, straight hair with a receding hairline and big, geeky glasses. He kind of reminded her of her biology teacher, who always cracked science jokes that only he laughed at.

  "Macy?" He readjusted his glasses and ran his hands through his hair.

  "Yeah." She leaned all of her weight on her left foot, biting the right side of her lower lip.

  He gave her an awkward smile. "I'm Jared's dad. He said you needed a ride to his practice?"

  She nodded. The car radio played classic rock, like what her dad listened to. She relaxed a little.

  He patted the bench seat. "Come on in. He's almost done with practice."

  "Okay." Macy climbed in and closed the door. The warm air felt good after being out in the cold. She buckled in. "Thanks for the ride."

  "No problem. Jared didn't want you sitting outside in the cold. Did you have a good day?"

  "Sure." She shrugged. "Just school and stuff."

  He pulled out of the parking lot and turne
d right. His phone made robot noises, and he pulled it up to his ear. "Jared. What's going on?…Yeah, she's here with me…Oh, okay. I'll let her know." He put the phone away. "Jared has to stay a little longer. Hey, I have a quick errand. Mind if I run to the hardware store before dropping you off at his school?"

  "Well, how much longer is he going to be?" Macy spun a ring around her finger, nervous. "Maybe I should go back home. I can always meet him a different day. It's okay."

  "I get it. I'll take you to the school. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. You don't even know me."

  "Or back to the park. I can just walk back home." Her heart pounded. Something wasn't right.

  "Jared will be so disappointed. Let me take you to the school. I didn't mean to creep you out." He turned and smiled at her. "I wasn't thinking."

  She sighed. "Okay." At least she would be able to get out of the truck. She could take a bus back home, or if worse came to worse she could always call her parents. She'd be grounded for sneaking out, but that might not be so bad. Just so long as she could get out of the truck.

  Macy's stomach twisted in a knot, growing tighter the farther they went. Her mouth grew increasingly dry. She watched as street sign after street sign passed by.

  "Maybe I should go back. I think I might have forgotten something at home."

  "Oh? Are you sure?"

  "Yeah. I need to go back home."

  "Well, if you really think so. I'll break the news to Jared. I'm sure he'll understand." He pulled out his phone and activated the voice command. "Call Jared."

  "Wait."

  "Yes?"

  "Well, uh…." Since he was being so nice, maybe she was overreacting. "You don't have to call him."

  "If you're sure." He pushed a button on his phone and put it back in his pocket.

  Macy took a deep breath. She needed to pull herself together or he might think she was immature. What if he didn't want Jared to see her? She sat taller and flipped her hair back.

  He turned left down a road where he should have gone right.

  "Wait," Macy said. "Jared's school is the other way."

  "I know."

  Her blood ran cold. "What…do you mean?"

  The door locked beside her. "We're not going to a school."

  "Where are we going?" She clutched her purse tightly against her.

  "We're going for a drive, Macy."

  "I don't want to. Take me home."

  "You're not going back home."

  Her heart beat so loud, it sounded like it was in her ears. She pulled on the door handle, but it wouldn't budge.

  "Child locks. You can't open it from the inside."

  She felt light-headed. "What about Jared?"

  "There is no Jared, sweetie."

  Her breath caught. "Did you kill him?"

  He laughed. "That's hilarious. No, I'm Jared."

  The blood drained from her face. "You…mean…?"

  "I'm the one you've been talking to all this time."

  Macy's stomach turned. She was sure she would throw up. "You're lying."

  "No. It was me that you shared all your secrets with. All I had to do was throw on a picture of some random kid I found online. Everything else was me."

  "You better take me back home. Once my parents figure out I'm missing, they can have the cops go through my laptop. They'll be able to track your IP address. I know that much."

  "That's the thing. Before I picked you up, I was in your room and I reset your computer to factory settings. No one is going to find a thing."

  Macy's head swam. "No you didn't. My parents are home. You're totally lying. Just let me go, and I swear I won't ever tell anyone about this."

  He turned the music down. "I got in using your code to the garage right after you left. You mom was reading her Kindle in your parents' bedroom, like you told me she always does. Your dad was in his office on his computer. They didn't hear a thing. I went into your room and took care of your computer."

  "Liar. You'd have to know my password."

  "Ducky256."

  She gasped. "How did you know that? I never told you."

  "You didn't have to. You told me enough. Ducky is the pet ferret you got not too long ago. After your cat died, right? Snowflake, right? And 256 is your student number at school. You gave me everything I needed without even knowing it. From there, it was easy to figure out your various passwords. I had to ask innocent enough questions, and it all came together." He looked at her again, raising his bushy eyebrows.

  "I don't believe you went into my house. You're just saying that."

  He tossed a small, framed picture at her. She picked it up and stared at it. It was a picture of her family. She had looked at that very picture before she sneaked out. He had been there. Had he seen her looking at it?

  "But, why? Why me?" And then, the question too terrifying to ask: what did he plan to do with her?

  "That's a long story. I'm going to save that for later. Now really isn't the time."

  Macy took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. If she was going to get away, she had to think clearly. She knew that much. Maybe he was lying about the child locks. She would try to unlock it again when they stopped. If it opened, she would run before he knew what had happened.

  "Can you tell me something? You must have a good reason. I mean, really. You spent hours and hours chatting and texting with me. Did you choose me for a reason, or was I the only girl who would talk to you?"

  "It was you. I actually tried a few different personas until I found one you paid any attention to. For whatever reason, you liked Jared."

  "But why? What's so special about me?" Macy asked.

  "You look exactly like her. It took me a long time to find you. I spent weeks online looking for someone close to her age who looks exactly like her. I almost gave up, thinking it was impossible, but then I found your profile picture. I actually couldn't believe it. You look so much like her, you could be her."

  "Her? Who her?"

  "My Heather."

  "What happened to Heather? Where is she?"

  "You ask too many questions. You need to stop."

  "But you—"

  "See this?" He held up a flashlight as long as his arm.

  "Yeah. Why?"

  "I told you no more questions." He swung it and hit Macy on the side of her head.

  Everything went black.

  Gone

  Alyssa Mercer finished putting on the final touches of mascara, and then stood back to look at herself before nodding in approval. She looked good, and she knew it. She was going to make everyone at the gym jealous again. No one ever thought she could be the mom of two teenagers, and that's the way she liked it. When she was out with them, she was often taken for their sister.

  She picked up her curling iron and perfected a couple of curls before returning to the bedroom. Her eyes fell on the clock. She'd still have time to stop for a skinny latte before working out. Pulling her workout shoes from under her bed, she slipped them on and went into the hall.

  The house was quiet. The kids were probably still sleeping. They would sleep into the afternoon if she or her husband didn't wake them. As she passed Macy's room, she could smell the ferret cage. Why had she let Macy talk her into getting the thing? It was cute, but if they didn't keep the cage clean it got smelly fast. Alyssa was going to have to tell her—again—that they would get rid of Ducky if Macy didn't keep it up.

  Going down the stairs, she tripped over a pair of pants and grumbled under her breath. She had followed the books since they were little, teaching them the value of chores as toddlers. It never stuck. As they got older, it even seemed to backfire. Alyssa picked up the pants and threw them to the top of the stairs.

  She readjusted her black and purple velour pants and went to the kitchen. Smoothie bags filled the fridge, and Alyssa emptied one into the blender, with some fat-free milk and fresh bananas. As it blended, she went over everything she needed to do that day.

  When it was
ready she poured it into a glass, leaned against the counter, and drank her breakfast. She set the empty glass in the sink, turned around, and nearly bumped into her thirteen-year-old.

  "Alex, what are you doing?"

  He looked disoriented. Probably because he was awake before noon. His brown, wavy hair stuck out in twenty directions and for some reason, he looked pale. Alex looked up at her, and looking into his eyes Alyssa knew something was wrong.

  "What's going on?"

  He blinked a few times. "Have you seen Macy's wall?"

  "No. Why? Did I miss a personality quiz?" The joke sounded weak, even to her.

  He pulled his tablet from his bathrobe pocket and held the screen up to her face. She took it from him and looked at his news feed, not seeing anything important. "Tell Charlie he needs to watch his language."

  Alex took the tablet and looked at it. He looked like he was going to be sick. "No, Mom, it got pushed down." He scrolled down and pointed to his sister's latest status update.

  Alyssa's heart sped up as she read it. "Is that some kind of joke?"

  "She's not in her room." He stared at her so intently, it felt like he was looking right through her.

  Without a word, Alyssa ran past Alex and back upstairs, bursting through Macy's door. It looked like her daughter was in bed. She ran to the bed and pulled away the blankets. Several large stuffed animals lay strategically to look like Macy was there. How long had she been gone?

  Her heart and mind were both racing. She looked around the room for any clues. Macy's laptop was on her desk. Alyssa sat down, feeling light-headed. She opened the laptop and turned it on.

  It didn't start up like it should. It took too long. Then it prompted her to set up the computer. Had Macy erased everything? She couldn't have. She wasn't technologically inclined. She was always asking Alyssa for help with it.

  "It's true?"

  Alyssa turned around to see Alex standing in the doorway, looking ill. "She couldn't have gone far," Alyssa said. "She's probably just mad because we won't let her date."

  She cursed her husband under her breath. She and Chad had argued over that point countless times. Alyssa had never even convinced him to let Macy go on group dates. He didn't want boys anywhere near her. She had told him that Macy would rebel.