Dylan's POV
"we have multiple search parties out looking. we are doing the best that we can." that last sentence sparked something inside of me. "are you kidding? if you were doing the best that you could, she would be home by now!" I stormed off before I said something to the police officer that I would really regret. "I need her back!" I screamed at Andrew. I know he didn't do anything wrong, but I had to find her. "if you calm down, we have a better chance of finding her." chance? was there even a chance she would come home in the first place? "I'm sorry, Andrew. I know you didn't do anything wrong it's just that Sam is out there somewhere probably being tortured and I'm just supposed to sit here and wait! I love her. I have to tell her that and I don't want to do it every week, for the rest of my life, while I put flowers next to her grave. I can't and won't let that happen." before Andrew even had a chance to speak, I walked off. I needed fresh air. I walked outside where Henleigh, Alex, and Leilani were sitting on the steps of the police station. Alex and Leilani came up early this morning to comfort one another, but mostly Henleigh. I could tell she was putting all the blame on herself because she was the last one to talk to Sam. I knew exactly how she felt. I took a seat next to Leilani. She looked towards me and I could see the hurt and fear in her eyes. I had seen that same hurt and sacredness every time I looked into the mirror. I decided to speak up, "hey guys. how are y'all holding up?" I didn't need them to answer. I already knew. "we need her back Dylan. she's our best friend and we can't even imagine what she's going through! what if they're torturing her, Dylan?" like that thought hadn't crossed my mind a million times already. "all I can say right now is that I promise to get her back. I will do whatever it takes. I love her, guys. I do. I really love her. she means the world to me. I will bring Sam home not just in one piece, but definitely not in a body bag." after we finished praying together, a deputy came running out. "Dylan, you have a phone call on line 3." what? a phone call? I walked inside with the deputy, confused as ever. as police officers flooded the main lobby, I walked to the front desk. "Dylan, you have a caller on line 3." said the lady perched behind the desk. I picked up the phone slowly, secretly terrified of finding out who was on the other end.
