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JACK GILINSKY'S POV

I wash my hands and leave the bathroom. I walk into the kitchen, but Ana is gone. I look around the house, and I don't see her. I walk into the kitchen and almost slip. The floor had beer all over it and a cup. I bent down and saw a white chunk. I picked it up and studied it.

I stood up, and felt very confused. Then it hit me. I dropped the white chunk and ran out of the kitchen.

"Johnson!" I yell to get his attention. "Have you seen Ana?"

"Why?"

"Just answer my question!"

"No, what's wrong?" he asks.

"I-I think she was drugged. P-please h-help me," I felt the tears coming.

"O-okay," he chokes out.

We go through the big house, looking in every room. We didn't have much time, she could be hurt.

"Jack!" Johnson yells from the other end of the hallway.

I run down the hall and see him staring into a room. His eyes water, too. I look into the room and what I see kills me.

"H-help me cover her up," I struggle to say.

He gets a blanket and wraps it around her shoulders. I pick Ana up and carry her into a bathroom.

"Get a water, please," I say as I slide to the floor with her in my arms. "And her clothes."

He leaves the bathroom and I shut the door.

I run my hand over her cheek and tangle it into her hair.

"Ana," a tear falls from my cheek and lands on her bare chest.

I keep her covered up, and warm. Johnson brings her clothes and the water, and then leaves us alone.

"Baby," I whimper. "Please wake up."

I check her for a pulse, which is still there. I stare at her sweet face, and a tear slides down her cheek. Her eyes slowly open and she hides in my chest.

"Baby, are you okay? Please tell me what happened," I look her in the eyes. The once, beautiful light brown eyes were now dark and sad.

"D-Dillon," she whimpers.

I grow angry, and feel my face heat up.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone," I cry and pull her into a hug. "I-I- it's my fault."

Tears fall from her eyes and she pulls away.

"Please, leave me to get dressed."

//

sad.