Save Me...

~Thirty~

Luke's POV:
We left Mal and Peyton in the mall, and got in Mike's rental car. When we got in, and saw his eyes were red and puffy. Like they have been for the past month.

Michael: Oh, hey guys. I w-was getting ready to go in there. *sadly sniffles*

He began sniffling. As the sniffles continued, tears came down his face. This is the first time he has cried in front of anyone, especially us, since she disappeared. He's been trying to keep it together, and be strong for everyone, but I hear his sobs through the walls at night.

Ashton: Are you okay, Mike?

Michael: We'll never find her, are we?

Luke: Don't say that, we'll get her back.

Michael: She could be dead for all I know.... oh god, she could be dead.

He put his head in his hand and started crying. I saw Ashton get out of the passenger seat, and opened Mike's door.

Ashton: Come on, Mate. Go take a nap in the backseat. You have had a moments sleep in, what... three weeks?

Michael: How could I rest? My only sister, let alone my baby, twin sister was taken. Who the local police, pronounced dead. *cries*

Luke: We are going to get her Mike. Just remember she loves you to the moon and back. Besides, she would want you to get some rest.

He nodded and got out. I jumped into the passenger seat, so he had more room. He laid down, and instantly feel asleep. He slept the whole hour ride, back to the holiday home.

On the ride home, I started thinking of ways to get Mal out of that living hell. Every way I come up with will only hold Tyler and his cronies off, for a short while.

I swear, if he touches one more small hair on my princess's head....I will kill him.

We finally got home, we were greeted with hopeful faces, like every time one of us leaves to look. We broke the "bad news", everyone decided to skip dinner tonight, which we've been doing a lot, and went straight to bed.

Mal's POV:
Seeing the boys at the mall made my mind run wild with ideas. Every idea I came up with will only delay Tyler and his minions. Every idea also puts my family in danger, which I will not let happen. I will die before I let anyone near them.

On the way back to the old abandoned building, Peyton and I came up with a solid plan. We went inside to finish the last few details, when Peyton's phone rang.

Peyton: Hello?

It was a very short phone calls, all I could hear is Peyton's "uh huhs" or "okays". Then she hung up. She had a look of fear and sadness on her face.

Mal: What happened?

Peyton: They're here.

Mal: What!? You said they weren't coming back until the end of the week.

Peyton: That's what he told me. I guess they had to come back early.

Mal: *sighs* At least we got back in time.

She agreeably nodded. We heard the front door slam shut. I quickly got back on the old ratty bed. I hope he doesn't notice my hair.

Not long after I got seated, Tyler came storming through the open steal door.

Oh great! He's not in a good mood.

Tyler: Peyton!

Peyton: In here.