I sit on the hard cold floor of this hole. I can't stop thinking about Uriah. Does he know what happened to me? Would he come for me? I know I used to never question myself about this, but now that I'm in trouble, I just keep wondering if Uriah really loves me? If he loves me, would he break the rules to come and save me? Would he risk his life to come and save me? Would anyone inform my family? Would Uriah even care if I'm gone?
My mind then drifts off into a memory, when I was with Uriah that night we first kissed. I remember the sadness in his eyes when he told about the nightmares he had of me. How he held me tight when we slept. He was guarding me from being hurt, protecting me, loving me.
I guess he will come for me.
He loves me.
I lay down and use my jacket as a pillow. My mind wanders off to the voice of the one who abducted me. Who is he? Why is his voice familiar? He sounds like, Oh my God!
Bobby!
