Dylan's POV
"Dylan!" I should've recognized that voice, but my fear distorted it. "hello?" "dude, it's Lucas!" oh my gosh. Lucas! "Luke! hey what's going on man?" "I just got released from the hospital. I'm headed to Georgia." was he out of his mind? he can't come to Georgia. the police are already having to deal with me and I'm not even Sam's brother. I guess I don't really know what I am to Sam. all I know is that I love her and no matter I'm going to get her back. if Lucas comes, he'll just interfere with the investigation even more so than I am. "Like, you can't come all the way to Georgia. you need to let your body heal! you almost got blown up!" I tried to convince Luke not to come, but it was no use. he was set on coming. "look Dylan. she's my sister. I need to find her. I need her back. I can't live with myself if we don't find her." I knew exactly how he felt. I wanted to get Sam back more than anything in the world. I hung up the phone after finishing talking to Lucas. I headed back outside and decided to go back to Andrew and Bethany's house. as I drove back to the house, I had a lot of time to think. I mostly prayed though. "God, I need you to bring Sam home. I love her. I'm in love with her. just please give me the chance to tell her. Keep us safe, Amen.
Sam's POV
"tell me where your brother is!" Jose commanded. they had tied my arms and feet to a chair in the middle of the basement. "I already told you a million times, I don't know!" I wasn't lying, I really didn't know! he never told me what hospital they took him to after the explosion. "I know you're lying to me. he's your brother. you have to know where he is." these men were insane if they thought I would tell them where Luke was even if I did know. after a few hours, they got tired of asking the same question thousands of times. "just leave her here. we are not going to get anywhere with this piece of trash." that lit me on fire. I swung all my body weight at Jose. I knocked him out cold. the bigger, broad shouldered man, Garcia, lunged at me. he knocked me to the floor causing the wooden chair to break. Now, only pieces were tied to me. not the entire chair. I ran at the man and shoved him down. my eyes scanned the bare basement for an exit. I saw a door cracked open with slits of light shining through. I raced towards the door. As I swung it open, I jumped back. oh no. oh no. what was I going to do?
