The Cellar Retold

Lewis POV

When I pulled up to the playing fields, I was relieved to see that the police had already gotten there. I hopped out of my car and ran over to where everything seemed to be happening. I walked through the small crowd that had formed and over to an officer.

"Hi, do you know where I can find a girl named Summer? I'm her boyfriend, Lewis. I am the one who called the police when I received her text,"

Silently, he pointed over to where she was. I saw her looking around, hopefully for me. We make eye contact and she smiles brighter than ever. I run to her and when I get to her, I pull her into a hug. I'm glad she is ok. I don't know what I would have done if he managed to take her. I pulled away to make sure she was okay.

"Did he hurt you? Are you okay? Where is this sicko?" I said contently.

Summer replied with a smile, "I'm fine, Lewis. He didn't hurt me, I promise. I don't think I will ever be the same after some things he told me, but I am fine and will continue to be. He is in the cop car now, I'm pretty sure," She finishes talking with an upset face.

I see him in the car. Crying and talking to himself. He seems to be capable of a good amount of harm. Summer must have played her cards right when talking to him, just like I taught her. I wanted to get Summer out of here and take her safely home.

"Do you want to go home now?" I ask Summer.

She nods yes then adds, "Hold on, let me save this moment," and pulls out her phone, walks over to a patch of lilies and takes a picture of them.

"Why did you do that?" I ask, curious of why she would want to take a picture of lilies where she was talking to someone so dangerous.

"Oh, no reason. Just wanted to capture this moment with something pretty and good," she replies with a happy, but almost sad tone.

"If they are pretty and good, then you must be a lily,"