Casey (A special chapter from her point of view 🙂) "How do I do this?" Casey asks the writer, frowning in confusion. Jane(the writer): Just say whatever comes to your mind. She smiles at Casey.  Casey: Anything? Jane: Yes "I want my daddy!" I shouted again, hitting the big man that carried me to a big house.  "Shut up child!" He barked at me, but the other big man that had so many tattoos laughed. My mommy said tattoos were bad and anyone that had tattoos were bad people. And that man was bad. "She took after her father" he said, smiling at

**This chapter is dedicated to crystal.rotter for your amazing comments and review. It means a lot♥️Noah.I woke up to sun rays on my face. My head ached and I groaned in pain, before opening my eyes. I was met with bright pink lights and pink ceilings. It was unfamiliar and I jerked up making me hit my head against the headboard."Be careful" I heard someone say and I turned to see Gwen sitting at a dresser, as she applied make-up on her face. The memories of last night came rushing in all at once. Going home after school, meeting Anna and explaining that I was going to talk to her about my

Noah.It's been only a day. Twenty four hours and it felt like a year. I couldn't sleep, I kept tossing on the bed. How the fuck was I going to sleep when Anna was still with the person that took her, doing God knows what.And Casey was still with Drew only God knew what he was doing to my little girl. I've tried calling Anna's phone again just to talk to whosoever took her. But it wasn't going through anymore.I called Drew to ask about Casey but the bastard had only told me that he expected to see me tomorrow, at the semi finals.I had tried to use my right arm but it still hurt and Anna not being here to

Noah.I reached the garage to get my car when I saw Theo walk in. He looked heaves with scratch marks on his face, his hair tousled and clothes rumpled. "What happened? You look like you fought with a deranged cat" I asked, walking to the shelf to get my keys. Theo sighed, running his hand through his hair before sitting on a chair. "Nothing. I just had something to do""So why does it look like scratch marks on your face?" I asked suspiciously, Theo hardly got into any fights. And now he looked like someone was fighting against his hold.

 **This chapter is dedicated to Jom Oyel for your amazing review and feedback. They are appreciated ♥️ AnnaYou know that saying, when you're experiencing pain that later leads to death, your life flashes in front of you. You see the life you ought to have lived. The life you longed for, the beautiful scenes you wanted, and the memories you wished to live through.  I guess that's what was happening to me. It came like hallucinations, like I was living a daydream happy, and running freely with my hair in the wind. When instead I was strapped to a chair, my arms tied at my sides. My hair, greasy from the dirt accumulated in it.  My body ached from staying in one position for so long, I was in and out like a flashlight that was losing its battery life. My wrist numb from being ti