I really don't need to be publishing a new story! I hope you like it though! It's my second sad story... Please review! No flames. There is a difference from flames and constructive criticism. I got the idea from FiveFleurHavens's story You Are My Sunshine.

Enjoy! Any thoughts or concerns, just tell me :) Review!

Sam couldn't believe a word anyone around her said. Jake was gone. It was her fault. All her fault. She should be the one gone. She shuddered thinking about what could be happening to him. He could be hurt. Dead. A long shuddering sigh escaped her. She didn't want to eat, she didn't want to take a bath, she didn't want to sleep, she didn't want to do anything at all. She curled up on the bed and cried.

Flashback

"Ow!" The rough looking man grabbed her, and attempted to shove her into a new looking black car. She chomped down on his hand, but he didn't let go of her. She had no idea who the man was, or why he was after her. He grabbed her in an inappropriate way, and she screamed.

After she screamed everything went black.

She opened her eyes and saw Jake fighting. There was blood streaming from his nose. You could tell that the other man was the strongest. Jakes fists were clenched and Sam could see his bleeding knuckles. She gasped, and the man looked at her. A sinister smile came over his face. Jake plowed into him. The two men were rolling around on ground. She knew what she had to do. She got up and ran. She ran faster than she had ever ran before, or ever would again. She ran till her feet hurt, and then she ran even faster. She arrived at her house, but it hurt too much to open the door, so she rang the doorbell. She didn't just ring it once, she rang it at least twenty times before Brynna opened the door.

Sam, still panting for breath grabbed her step mom and pulled her towards Gram's Buick. "Sam, what are you doing?" Sam tried to answer but her chest hurt to much to talk. Brynna pulled away. "Sam, talk to me!" Sam ran into the house and grabbed her dads shotgun, and got in the drivers seat of the Buick. If Brynna wouldn't come with her she would do this alone. Needless to say, that since Sam was only fifteen, and barely had her learners permit Brynna jumped in the car too.

"Sam, you tell me what is going on."

Sam opened her mouth. "Jake. Some g-guy." She was panting for breath trying to recover from those three words.

"What do you mean?" Sam couldn't say anything. It hurt too much. She couldn't will herself to suffer the pain to explain. She stepped on the gas.

"Sam you are going way over the speed limit." Sam didn't care. She wanted to get to Jake before it was too late!

"Sam, slow down!" Finally in frustration Brynna reached her foot across Sam's leg and stomped on the brake.

A wild cat look came into Sam's eyes. And she kicked Brynna's foot away and stomped on the gas. No one was going to keep her from Jake.

She got to the place where they had been, and saw one thing. Jake's hat. She had collapsed right there. There was blood on the rim of Jake's hat.

Back to normal

Sam couldn't remember what happened what happened after that. The first memory she had had after that was holding a knife to her throat, and Bryna, Dad, and Gram trying to pull the knife out of her hand.

She couldn't find her knife. Someone had hid it. She cried till she had no tears left to cry. Her life was falling apart.

Jake's POV

He was waking up. Man his head hurt! But he was alive! Where was Sam? As soon as he could he opened his eyes and looked for Sam. He was wearing a gag, and there was a cut on his wrist. He felt a large bump on his head as well.

He heard voices in the next room.

"Yeah boss." "I told you I wanted the girl!" "I tried! I really did, but he jumped out of nowhere!" "I told you about him! I told you! He's got this puppy dog crush on her that everyone but she can see, and follows her everywhere!" There were several swear words coming from the room. All from the second voice. Who was he? His voice sounded familiar.

A door to the room he was in opened. Flick! Flick spotted him and let out a string of cuss words.

"What is Ely doin in here! I thought you were after Forster!"

"Yeah so did I. However Reynard here seems to think otherwise!" The door opened again to bring in a young man about his own age and a boy that looked about twelve.

"I told you boys to wait outside." Flick was growling at the two boys. The younger one shrank back, but the older one glared.

The older one looked like someone he should know, and the younger one did as well. He just didn't know who. His eyes shut with the pain shooting through his head, and the blackness claimed him again.

BTW I will NOT update until I get at least five reviews, and, first two reviewers will get some sort of inside info :)