Part 19; It's okay, I'm safe

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by chandlersbabes

by chandlersbabes

When I finally got to my house, Andrew had blown up my phone. 10 missed calls 6 voice-mails, 13 instagram messages, 23 Facebook messages, 5 tweets, and 1 tumblr post.

He really was worried.

I dialed his number, and on the first ring he answered, "Oh my god, are you okay? Where were you? What happened? Are you okay?"

"Woah woah woah, slow down. Yes, I am okay, I was kidnapped, but the police got the man and I am home now."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry I wasn't there. I could've protected you. I should've been there." He was half crying while he was talking."

"No Andrew, I'm sorry. I really want to go see you. See New York. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, well It's 3 a.m. here, we need a new schedule. Call me every morning when you wake up, and before you go to bed."

I laughed and said, "Okay fine. Well goodnight. I love you."

"Love you too, bye."

I hung up and I got my pajama's on. I made a cup of tea and sat down on my couch. I was watching the news and I had my journal to the left of me, and a picture of Andrew and I, at the 49ers game, to the right on me. I really missed him, a lot. I was planning on visiting him some time next week, if I could get Thursday and Friday off. I sat the picture down and wrote in my journal.

Dear Journal,

I was kidnapped last night. By Scarface, by James. It was scary. I was on the other side of San Francisco. The police actually came that time. But the scary part was, he had followed me home. He came into the house and, kidnapped me. He took me back to his house, but I managed to escape. He's in prison and will be there for 10 years. When the police took me home, Andrew had blown up my phone with calls, voice mails, tumblr,twitter, instagram, Facebook, basically any social media you could think of. I could tell me really cared and I had worried him, a lot. I felt bad about it, so I am going to visit him next week for 5 days. But first, I have to get his address. Maybe I could ask his roommate. Or his mom. Well, I have many options, but, until tomorrow's entry,

Xoxo, Lauren

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I was sitting on the couch, sipping my tea, when the phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered. The number was the area code, but I didn't know who it was.

"Hello, Lauren. This is Detective Smith, James is going into trial, and we need you there as a witness. We need you to go into trial tomorrow in order for him to be put in jail. Otherwise, he will be a free man. Be at the court room by 10 a.m. sharp.

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