Dylan's POV
"LUKE!" I walked up to my best friend that suddenly looked much different. He looked tired. He looked restless at the same time, but when I looked into his eyes and embraced him for a hug I realized he was only feeling one emotion. Failure. Lucas gave a soft smile and replied, "Dylan. I can't thank you enough for everything you did for me." I was in shock. Pure disbelief. Everything I had done? He was thanking me? There's no way I heard his words clearly. Why would he thank me when I just let his little sister and the girl I'm in love with get kidnapped by the tala ban? "Lucas, don't thank me just yet. We haven't gotten her back yet." Yet. That meant there was still hope and still a chance for us to get Sam back. I must've been thinking out loud or Lucas and I really are just best friends because he said exactly what I was thinking, "it's crazy sometimes how one three little word has so much power behind it." Believe me I knew the feeling. It was getting a little cold outside so Lucas and I walked into Andrew and Bethany's house. As I walked into my room that Andrew and Bethany had so graciously allowed me to use, I realized something. My heart was hurting. Physically hurting. Maybe it was finally all sinking in. The girl of my dreams. The day to my night. The love of my life was gone. She should be here with me. We should be wrapped up in a blanket, cuddling on the couch watching a movie that makes us laugh until we can't breathe. Those are my favorite to watch with her because it gives me a chance to see that sparkle in her eye that she gets when she laughs. I miss that sparkle. I miss that laugh. I miss that smile. I miss my girl.
Sam's POV
this can't be happening. Where do I go? What do I do? A man was standing right across the hall staring at me. He was holding a gun. He was tall and muscular. Just the kind of guy I did NOT want to have to get through to escape this prison. Literally. "Where do you think you're going? The party is only getting started." I couldn't believe it. After everything I had already gone through and it was only the beginning. "Let me go. I've already told your men I don't know where my brother is. I swear if I did I would tell you." I said lying straight through my teeth. 'Please let me go. Please let me go' I silently pleaded. The man looked at me questioningly. His voice suddenly dropped from a loud booming voice to a soft, quiet whisper. "I'm going to help you escape, but you're going to have to trust me." Trust me? That's exactly what Dylan had said and look where that got me. Wait. What am I even thinking. None of this is Dylan's fault. It's mine. He begged me not to go sit outside on the porch with Henleigh and I did it anyways. Why didn't I just listen? I silently said a quick prayer, 'God, I don't know if you take requests like this, but I really need a "favor". I need you to get me out of this place and back with Dylan. I need to apologize for all of the mistakes I made with him. He's everything to me. I'm in love with him. Please just get me out of here in one piece and not in a body bag. That's all I'm asking. I love you, Amen.' Alright trust you. Okay I can do that. "What's your name?" The man didn't hesitate, knowing I would ask this question. "Max, but we don't have time to have a big heart-to-heart and braid each other's hair. We need to leave. Now!" As I raced after Max down the hallway, I slowed down to look back at my unconscious captors. I said a prayer for them hoping they would be okay and turn to God. Unfortunately, when I turned around I wasn't met with a smiling face. I was met with the nastiest, cruelest looking face I'd ever seen.
