“I’m sorry I was too late.  All I saw was a pretty blonde with a dark blue shirt and black denim shorts ok.  The truck was pulling out already.  As soon as I saw them I ran looking for you.”  He replied regretfully.  My heart stopped at the mention of Spencer’s exact attire.  There was no doubt in my mind that it wasn’t her.

“Its not your fault.  But we gotta go get her.”  I said placing a hand on his shoulder.  I liked this guy.  He wasn’t acting like and ass like some peoples brothers *Glen*.  And he wasn’t over reacting like some peoples sisters *Kyla*.  

“No problem.”  Jacob replied to me individually.  “I have a truck and I know where to go.”  

I nodded and signaled for everyone else to follow.  Jacob took my hand in his as to not get lost as we pushed through the crowed to the front door.  Aiden was behind me and Glen following with Kyla at the end.

“I went to school with Randell.  He was an ok guy before the drugs messed him up.”  Jacob explained.  I nodded not really paying attention.  This little background information was just reassurance that he was a genuine person.  I already believed him.

Jacob led us to his white Silverado.  I opened the door and took shot gun while everyone else squeezed into the back of the double cab.  Jacob stepped on the gas and we sped away with a squeal.  My feet were tapping rapidly against the car floor.  I must’ve looked like a tap dancer.  That or I needed to pee.  

The road Jacob took was taking us further from the little to nothing life night of the windward side.  This wasn’t Waikiki and not many people were out at this time.  The lights were dully lit by street lamps.  And if you looked long enough into a bush you’d defiantly see a pair of glowing eyes look back at you.  Cats were everywhere around here.

Every fiber in me told me to get the hell out of here but I couldn’t leave without Spencer.  I needed to get her, it wasn’t a choice.  

As we approached a dead end lane my pulse picked up.