This wasn't his first kidnapping, no, it really wasn't. He remembered some more than others. Some were close misses, others were aborted attempts but it was easy to move on from because they were always strangers, people he didn't know. He didn't expect someone he knew to make a move like this. "My friends never do this to me. Bad people do."

He remembered the faces of so many 'bad people' as he used to call them when he was younger. They made sense. This didn't.

"I know that people suck but I didn't think people I liked sucked..." Well. He guessed that was dumb of him. He frowned and then sighed, rubbing at his eyes. "I bet you think I'm a dumbass for being freaked but it's -- it just seems to get harder." He missed the strangers.