Chapter 9

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I must of banged on the door for hours, but no one ever came. Where could they have taken him?! I know it was because he attacked that guard, I told myself. How could he be so stupid and careless?! I slumped down onto the floor with my back against the door. I looked down at my ring that he had just given me and I began to cry.

¨I don't want to live if he is gone¨ I mumbled to myself.

All this has been for nothing! I was so angry with him for being so dumb! I got up and walked into our bedroom and began going through his drawers. Everything is still here. All his clothes, everything! I reached into one of the drawers and pulled the shirt he usually wears to bed. I slipped it on just so I can feel close to him again. As I walked over to his side of the bed, I noticed his journal was laying there. He often writes in it, but I have never asked him what he wrote. I flipped through the pages. I know it's wrong, but at this point it is all I have left. I climbed onto his side of the bed while pulling the covers up over me. I laid my head back onto his pillow and I can still smell the scent of his cologne. I began flipping the pages again.

I asked myself, ¨is this something I really want to read¨?

I quickly shrugged it off and turned back to the first page. Most of it was about me and how he felt he had failed me. There was a short passage about my father midway through. He wrote about how he wished he could take it all back. With tears in my eyes, I closed the book. I didn't want to read anymore. How could I anyways? I lrolled over and cried myself to sleep.

That night was the start of many, many more lonely nights. Craig had not been returned to me and I just couldn´t bare the thought of being without him. I stopped eating as I couldn´t hold anything down. I feel so stressed! I haven't even spoken to anyone since the night they took him. I don't even know what has happened to Craig. I spent many nights wondering if he was even still alive.

Finally after a few weeks someone came in. It honestly startled me as I was sitting in the living room when the door suddendly opened. In walked Mr. Whitman. I jumped to my feet. My body filled with emotions seeing him standing here. Oddly, I kind of felt excited to see him. I knew he would tell me what had happened to Craig. 

¨̈Where is he ̈ I demanded! 

Mr. Whitman advised me to have a seat. He began to pour me a glass of coffee that I had brewed earlier. I held my hands together so he can't tell that I am shaking.

I demanded again, ̈just tell me what is going on ̈!

He placed the cup down in front of me while pulling out one of the chairs. I thought about throwing it in his face and making a run for it, but I have to know if Craig is still alive. Mr. Whitman cleared his throat. Firmly, he reassured me that Craig is indeed still alive and well.

̈ ̈Jade, I think you know I love my son¨

¨He is still alive because of that love I have for him ̈

¨Craig is a hot head and I can't take any chances with him doing something irreversible ̈

Mr. Whitman leaned back in his chair while crossing his legs. He began telling me Craig was removed because the party was going to be taking place within the next three days. He slid a list across the table to me. ̈

̈What is this ̈, I asked confused?

Mr. Whitman continued,¨It is a list of what my client wants you to wear along with instructions for that night ̈.

¨You will follow that list precisely and make sure you follow all the rules ̈ he said firmly. 

I agreed, but I need to know when Craig will be returned. 

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