Please don't go (On Hold)

Rotten milk and Sandwich bags

David’s pov

Where is she?! She hasn’t been back for two days now! Why did I listen to Siera and let her go on her own?! God dang it! I pace back and forth in front of my t.v., which is showing a missing person’s report on Sarah and how this is the fifth missing person’s case this month. And Siera’s just sitting here, rambling on and on about how it doesn’t matter! About how Sarah isn’t important enough to ‘waste’ time on finding when they just need to inspect the robbery case at the mall! I keep pacing back and forth, trying to contain my rage, but this girl just won’t stop. Right when i take a breath and open my mouth to say something there’s a knock at the door. I run to it and open it to see two police officers holding…...Sarah’s jacket. It’s ripped at some places and there’s blood that trickled down the arms. “..Oh God”, I reach my hand up and cover my mouth as they explain that they found it in an alleyway along with grocery bags and traces of blood. They show me pictures and ask me questions, but the only thing i know is that it is in fact her jacket and that the items in the bags are from the grocery list I gave her. When they leave, Siera continues to ramble, but I just stand there, hand on the doorknob, imagining scenarios which all include Sarah, scared and hurt, calling out for someone, anyone who can hear her. But no one can…

Sarah’s pov

Two day’s. Two day’s since i was dragged kicking and screaming into a van. Two day’s since I was thrown in the back of a truck with three other girls. Two day’s since the daily beatings and ‘self-improvement’ started. Two day’s since I last saw the freedom I had worked so hard to get be ripped away from me, thrown out of my reach. Each day i wake up to see a sliver of daylight or moonlight appear under the door of the milk truck i’m in, and hear men conversing outside and the shuffling of money and crinkling of sandwich bags which i can see if i stand on top of a milk cart and look out the small car window at the top of the truck. Sometimes they opened the door and dragged on of the poor girls out, luckily I haven't been picked just yet, but still. These girls are just 13 to 15 year olds, and the younger ones get picked the most. And i heard that they just might nab another girl they’ve seen walking around. I’ve been praying and praying that someone will find us, recognize the stolen truck, hear the crying of girls inside. But nothing, nothing at all. Apparently they used to have another girl, but she kept banging on the sides and screaming, so they took her out and she never came back. That was three days prior to my kidnapping. Sometimes i wonder if David’s worried, if he’s looking for me. Then i remember Siera, and know she’s keeping him distracted. Won’t anybody care? Won’t anybody remember us and try to save us? Somebody, anybody….