The man turned and dialed a number into his cell, "I want a jet ready in 1 hour."
The man on the other line agreed and hung up.
The man stared at the map before replacing the world map with a more zoomed in one. "where are you my little sweet. Where are you." A disgusting smile landed on his face. He closed his eyes and he could feel the need and desire within his body.
***
When the limousine had turned onto the main road after exiting the Octagon House Matthew felt a serious pain in his chest and he had a throbbing headache. He took deep breaths, but he began to sweat and his body turned weak. For a brief second he almost had to stop the vehicle and get out to throw up, his body was in a state of chaos. The others were busy talking, taking selfies, and shouting out the window; too busy to notice the awkward boy in the corner clutching his chest panting. He looked over and Erin was talking with her best friend Stephanie.
The pain in his chest and throughout his body slowly began to subside until it was nothing more than a memory. 'What the hell was that' thought Matt. Erin noticed the quiet boy and turned to him and picked up his hand squeezing it before going back and talking with Stephanie again.
He had this feeling in the pit of his stomach that something bad was going to happen and he should have stayed at home. But there was nothing that he could do now and he would make the best of it. Erin leaned over taking out her smart phone and pulling Matthew in close. "I'm putting this on my instagram account." Matthew managed the best smile he could muster, but Erin didn't seem to notice. She snapped the picture, when she was satisfied with it she clicked on her phone a few times, "Done. Oh Matt, look at the pictures from earlier, this one already has 100 likes!"
The picture was the candid shot of the two of them walking using his elbow. The picture looked familiar but he shook his head. He was for sure going crazy!
Matt nodded his head in agreement and before he could speak Erin turned to best friend and was showing her the picture in which Stephanie immediately swooned. All of the girls were jealous of Erin's dress and wished they would have done the same thing. Her dress was definitely going to be a one of a kind! Next year everyone would be wearing dresses like hers!
As expected when Erin and Matt entered the hall all eyes were on them! She looked like a queen and he was her king. He guided her into the hall and the group found their table they had already chosen. When they sat down, Erin and a couple of the girls left and headed towards the restroom.
Erin had to use the restroom, but she also wanted to gossip with the girls. They took hold of her dress and couldn't believe the quality or the color. The dress was so different from anything one could buy in the stores.
"Where did you get it?" a girlfriend asked.
"Just a loan." Replied Erin.
"From a costume shop?"asked a random girl in the bathroom.
Erin laughed, "No, I borrowed it from Matt's cousin, Emmeline." Erin mimicked the way she saw Emmeline when she stood or sat. She felt triumphant with her prom decision!
"Oh wow, so cool. A different girlfriend gushed.
Matt watched her go and he noticed how the guys went and met up with a separate set of guys that didn't ride with them. Matt was alone and he felt the pulling in his chest again and he started to sweat. What was going on with him? He could feel a headache coming on and he pinched his brow trying to drown out the noise and trying to calm his thoughts. Matt felt better when they brought dinner, that seemed to calm his shaking mind and body. The more he enjoyed the evening he seemed to forget all of the pain he had been experiencing.
Matt thought prom was similar to homecoming, other than having dinner at the hall. The music they played was still the same. He could have learned to dance to this music, but he really didn't want to learn so he patiently waited for the slow songs that would come up. This time however, he was impressed to know that Erin had learned how to dance. He gave her a simple kiss on the lips and they began to dance.
Somewhere in that kiss, a small barrier in his brain was slowly cracking.
***
An hour later the jet was prepped and fueled and ready to go.
"Sir, where are we headed?" The pilot asked.
"Yes sir, but where in the US?"
"Michigan, take us to the private airfield in Detroit."
"Yes sir."
The man picked up his phone again, "I want a car ready to go when I land, understood."
"Yes sir."
"Be prepared for retrieval. Alive."
"Yes sir."
The phone clicked. The boss put his elbow on the chair rest and looked out the window. "I will have you soon enough."