A Summer to Remember

Come back. Please.

Justin's pov: the van was empty. Nobody in there. Her phone sat on the floor of the trunk. The officer placed her phone in a plastic bag an put it in his car. I looked around for a way they could have gone. No where. We are in the middle of no where. Great. Now what? "Lets go." The officer said and I hopped in the passenger seat if his car. I pinched my self, hoping I was dreaming or having a nightmare, but no. This is real life. I got out my phone and went onto twitter. There were a lot of posts about me getting in a police car. They all think I got arrested. "@justinbieber: please help me guys. Yn got kidnapped... Spread the word and try to find her! Please." I posted it and instantly got hit with thousands of 'I'm sorry' tweets. I don't need to hear that. I need yn. I need to find her. I posted a picture of her and told them to find her. The officer dropped me off at home. He said he was going to go to the station and work on the case. I walked into my house and sat on the couch. It's not the same without yn here by my side. I turned on the tv to see the news on. *justin biebers fiancé, YN, got kidnapped today by 2 men in a black van. License plate number (random #). The van was found in (random town) on the side of the freeway, empty.* the news lady said before a couple pictures popped up. One picture was the one I posted earlier. Another was the back of the van and the license plate. I turned off the tv and got on my phone again. "Yn please come home...." I mumbled before I started crying. Tears poured out of my eyes and onto my clothes. Why would they take yn? What did she ever do to deserve this?!