I was stupid, Sam. I was stupid, and I went with him. I regret that now, and I know it was my fault. I am sorry. I'm sorry for the pain. I know there's pain, I can feel it. I never should have gone with him. Even after the years of my mother telling me, "Never get into a car with a stranger," and, "Never talk to strangers!" I still went. I thought I knew him...I thought my mom knew him. He was always watching her, but whenever he came by, it seemed like I was always going somewhere. I was going to Meredith's, to Keiana's, to Emelie's... He was around my mom so much, I thought he was her boyfriend. I didn't think it was wierd that we had never met, I wasn't at home much. But I assumed wrong.

I remember the day that things went wrong. It was a normal day, so my mom said that she might pick me up after school if she was passing through. When school ended, I didn't see my mom, so I began to walk home. It was then that he aproached me. It was the man from our street, I thought his name might be Fredrick, but i wasn't sure.

"Your mom asked me to pick you up, she couldn't make it, and she said that it might start raining..." he said.

He seemed completly innocent, and it seemed like the kind of thing my mom would do. That's when I made a mistake, Sam; that's when I made the mistake that would seperate me from you for 5 1/2 years. I missed you Sam...I still do.

"Alright," I replied, "How do you know my mom?"

"I met her at colledge...we used to hang out, occasionally..." he said, pausing. It seemed perfectly simple, he knew my mom...it was okay. I would be okay.

I went with him, Sam. And that was my mistake, I went with him. I got into his van.

"Nice van," I commented. It was one of those big ones, the kind that can hold, like, 9 people at once. This is the part of the story where I wish I could write, "And I realized how wrong this was, turned around and ran home to my mother. We all lived happily ever after, and never saw the stalker-man again..."

But I can't. It doesn't work that way. There is a story to tell, and I must tell it. I went with the man. I got into his car.

"You might want to sit in the back, my dog peed up here yesterday..." he explained. It was the perfect excuse. A dog peeing... nobody ever suspects a peeing dog, I mean, why would they? It's peeing for god's sake!

We had driven to a run down gas station, not far from my house.