"He's not answering." Jake said, putting his phone in his pocket and turning to Tara and Johnnie. "Okay, do we like call the cops or something?" Tara asked now pulling out her phone and opening the phone app. "No, it's too early for that, right? Its only two."
"Yeah Johnnie, he left at eleven." Johnnie sat down and Jake followed. Tara stood over them with here phone in her hand waiting to dial 911. "Lets just wait, maybe he got lost, or stopped at another store. Lets just give it a minute." Jake said leaning back into the couch. "Jake babe, you're being stupid. He could be dead or dying and you're saying to wait?! Sorry but no." Tara hit the three digits before pressing the call button and waiting for some one to answer.
"Hello, yeah my friend left to go to the store at eleven and isn't back yet... yes its an emergency... he went to CVS not the mall... yes i think somethings wrong... if you make me call back in the morning i will sue the living shit out of you...bitch." Tara angrily hung up the phone and threw it on to the couch. "Ugh! That stupid whore told me to "wait til morning because he probably fine and i'm overreacting" when he's not back in the morning I'll make sure that ugly cunt doesn't have a job!" With that Tara stomped her way upstairs and into her room.
"What if he is dead?" Johnnie asked looking over at Jake, who was just staring off into the abyss. "He's not dude, he just probably got side tracked."
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"You had a fucking phone?!" The man yelled as he thew Sam's phone against the wall. Sam cowered in the corner with the blanket covering him. "God, Aaron deserves to be fucking dead, can't even do a damn thing correctly." Sam looked up at the man who was pacing around the room with his hands in his hair. "What am I gonna do?" Hope filled Sam's eyes as he saw the man falter. The man stopped pacing and crouched in front of Sam, he grabbed Sam's face and forced him to look into his eyes. "Wipe that stupid look off your face." The hope immediately left Sam's face and he became upset again. "I'm sorry hun but you're too pretty to be making stupid faces." Sam fought against his grip, which admittedly was dumb. The man tightened his grip on Sam's face, "You know I'm stronger than you, don't fight it." He let go of Sam and stood back up. "Don't get too comfortable, we're about to leave."
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Stockholm Syndrome |||Solby
FanfictionWhile in the CVS Sam felt like someone was following him, every now and again he would turn around and see a black haired individual who seemed to be scanning over the shelves but was never truly looking at anything. Sam brushed it off blaming his n...
