Britt's P.O.V
I'm dreaming. I'm sure of it.
I'm walking through this small town- no wait. Village. Yes, a small village. The houses are pretty sorry- looking. The roofs sag and the doors look like they could fall in at anytime.
Then I hear a voice, talking barely above a whisper.
"Help..." it whispers. "Help me..."
Suddenly, voices all around me are whispering,
"Help me..." "Help us... Please!"
It gets louder and louder.
"HELP! HELP US!"
I gasp and sit straight up in my bed.
My husband, Josh, who is reading a book, looks up.
"You okay, Britt?" he asks.
"Yeah," I reply, my voice shaky. I take a deep breath. "I'm gonna get dressed. "
I take some clothes from my bag (a blue tank and some camp shorts) and go into the tiny, tour bus, bathroom.
After I put on my black tennis shoes, I realize the bus has stopped.
"Josh?" I call, opening the door. No one is on the bus.
I look out of the window to see that we have stopped at a small convinence store. There is barely anyone there besides us and a white van. A man starts walking towards the tour bus.
My heart skips a beat. I step back from the window, only to succeed in whacking my head on the storage compartment.
"OW!!" I groan, clutching my head.
I freeze as I hear a gun click.
The man is on the bus now, pointing the gun at my heart.
"You're coming with me," he snarls.
"I- I..." my voice trails off.
I can't begin to comprehend what is happening. And that's how I end up in the back of the white van.
BREAKING POINT
Josh Crosby looked around the tour bus. His wife was nowhere to be seen.
He couldn't help it. Josh started yelling.
"Where is she?" he yelled. "Where is she?!?!!"
Josh fell to his knees and cried out,
"God, what have I done to displease you? Please, God! Don't take her away from me!"
END OF BREAKING POINT
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