Sam's POV
"Seriously!? You think it'd be that easy? You really thought you could escape this? You're even more stupid than we thought!" I stood there frozen with fear. Where was Max? Why wasn't he helping me? I would've turned around to look for him but I was too nervous to look away from my confronter. "Who are you?" I asked nervously. "Who I am is none of your concern. The only thing you need to be concerned about is if we decide to kill you today or tomorrow." Where had I seen this man before? He looked so familiar. I couldn't place a name with a face. "Please just don't hurt me." I begged, unwilling to give up. "Just because you said please." Before I knew it, a white cloth was being forced against my mouth and my vision started to go blurry around the edges. Soon I was consumed by darkness.
Dylan's POV
"Officer please! Just help me. Give me something!" I was not going to let up. I felt a firm grip on my shoulder. "Dylan, come on. He said he would call us when he had something. The longer we stand here bothering him, the longer it will take him to get to work." How could Lucas say that? Was he not concerned about Sam at all? I complied reluctantly. "Alright. Let's go get some food." As we walked disappointedly out of the police station, I began to feel light headed and nauseous. This would normally concern me, but I knew why I felt this way. I couldn't stop thinking about Sam. She's everything to me. I can't lose her. The stress of losing her and the blame I was feeling was making me feel sick. I need her home. I need her back with me. I need to know she's alive. Wait a minute. "Lucas". He looked at me skeptically. "Yeah?" "We haven't received any proof of life. How do we know that they haven't-" Lucas interrupted before I could even finish. "Dylan don't think like that." How could I not think like that? The light of my world was out there being tortured, held hostage, and who knows what else. This was the only way to think. That was until I got the call.
