"I don't know, I never found out how it happened." He lied, a feeling he hadn't felt ever before began to flood over him, guilt. The rest happened so quickly that his brain hadn't processed it all before he was taken by the hand and dragged towards the border of the forest. The closer they got to the impending treeline the more his heart thudded. Paranoia began to set in, and Alex wondered whether they knew and whether they would be waiting for him up here with what he could only expect would be the idea of taking him back.

Car headlights and the sounds of teenagers enjoying themselves as the night came to a close and the horns of other cars blaring, signalling to the teens that it was time to come home. Some, around the same age as Alex were getting into their own cars or hopping on motorcycles. One particular motorcycle caught Alex's attention, it was black and sporty, the type he liked. He had always admired motorcycles, he had only driven one once but he remembered how exhilarating it was.

[i]"Get in, hun."[/i]

It was as if Alex could feel the words being directed at him. "Thank-you." He replied. Confused and honestly a little dazed, Alex opened one of the back doors and got in the car, taking one last look at the events happening around him before pulling on his seat belt. As the car took off, he leaned back into the seat, comfort he hadn't felt in a while. Closing his eyes, a small smile cracked his lips.