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Chapter 31

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I sat there for almost a half an hour with Taylor, tears flying down my face. Suddenly my cell phone started to ring. It was Natalie.
"Hey, Nat."
"Zac, where are you?!"
"We're at the subway off of...what is this? 42nd street."
"Ok...stay there. I'm gonna come to you guys, alright?"
"Sure, Nat."
"So...I'm guessing they got away."
"Yeah...listen, we can talk when you get here."
"Ok...see you." I slapped the phone shut and layed back, sighing as more and more tears poured out of my eyes. Chaz was gonna kill Caitlyn, and there was nothing I could do about it.
"What'd she say?" Taylor wanted to know. I realized that his voice was sounding alot better already.
"She's coming here," I explained, "She said to just wait." Tay nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, rocking on his feet. I knew he was trying not to cry; he never did like to do that in front of people. I was a different story...I just didn't care. I heard footsteps and before I knew it, Natalie was there in front of me.
"Zac..." she started, and sat next to me, resting a hand on my shoulder. "Listen, Zac...this really isn't your fault...you can't take the blame for it." I didn't believe a word she said; this was my fault, and I most certainly could take the blame for it. I blinked back tears and stood up.
"We're not gonna get anywhere just sitting here," I mumbled. Taylor put a hand on my back and gave me an awkward, one-armed hug. I sighed and made my way to the stairs. As I walked up them, I tried my hardest not to think about Caitlyn and the look on her face when Chaz was running away with her. But trying not to think about that only made me think about it more. It would be like telling myself not to think about red; I'd have to think about what I wasn't supposed to think about. I was starting to get a headache. When we got to the top of the stairs, I stopped and sighed.
"Well," I muttered, "I suppose we should go to the police." Natalie nodded and led the way to the nearest police station, handing Ezra over to me.
"We go see Caitlyn?" he begged. I closed my eyes tight and opened them again.
"No," I told him, "Not today." The walk to the station wasn't a long one, and I stepped inside. It felt nice to get out of the cold air again. Natalie explained the situation to an officer while Taylor and I stood and watched. I was too jumpy to sit, and I assumed Taylor felt the same way.
"Do you have a photograph?" the officer asked Natalie.
"Well, no..." she started.
"Ma'am, we can't find the child if we don't know what the child looks like. I'm sorry, either get a photograph, or solve this one on your own. There's nothing we can do." he interrupted her. She looked at him for a moment, then turned away just as a single tear fell from her eye. She looked at us.
"What are we gonna do?" she begged. Taylor closed his eyes and sank into a chair. I tried and tried to get Caitlyn out of my mind, but I couldn't help but think about her. She could have been anywhere by then. That's when it hit me that I couldn't even be sure if Caitlyn was alive.

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