Three whole days have passed. I would say that I've called and texted Solie over a hundred times with no response, but that would a lie, because I haven't. Stella and I found her phone at the shop the day after she never went home.
I can only pray that she's well and okay.
Goddamit Solie. Your friends and family are dying over here. Give us a sign... please. We need to know your okay.
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Revealed
Teen FictionAbandoned as a child. Found and raised by a widow. It's shocking the life I live. But not as shocking as my kidnapper's who I might have actually, kind of, sort of, fell in love with... My friends are barely holding up without me. And my only famil...
