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January 21, 2014

He will come get me.
He will come get me.
He will come get me.
HE WILL COME GET ME.

This is what I have been telling myself for the past few hours.

Why do I keep telling myself that? Well it all started this morning.

I woke up late and called Max but he didn't answer my call so I left a voice mail and told him that we can practice after school.

So I decided to dress really pretty today and I just got out the shower and was straightening my hair and doing my makeup in camp shorts and a black lacy tank top, when there was a knock on the door.

I ran down stairs expecting to open the door to max but as soon as I opened it a tall muscular man jumped out at me with a brown bag and put it over my head.

I struggled and try to fight back but there was more than two hands.

It felt like six hands and one started growling at me and told me to shut my mouth or he will cut out my tongue.

They took me somewhere very far away it took about 40 minutes to get there.

When we got there. They took me into a room set me in a chair and took the bag of my head and took of the ropes around my arms (which I still have red marks and it has be about 4 hours know) they asked me a bunch of questions about max but I didn't say a word so they took a phone out of their pocket and it was mine.

They called max and max started freaking out on those people and I think I heard him say some curse words so they asked max to say that one more time and he did so they put the phone to my mouth while one stomped on my leg and I screamed into the phone.

I have no clue what max said because I had a ringing noise in my head from the pain.

So they put me in this basement place and gave me a few things from the house and now I'm stuck down here still telling myself the same thing.........

He will come get me!!!!