A/N: To the reader who said, "Isn't it a bit fast for him to say he love's her", I meant it to be a joke between the two. The exact line:

"Nothing, really, I just have a sore toe. I know you love me, but you have to go," she said, letting out a shaky laugh, trying to joke.

TRYING TO JOKE. TRYING TO JOKE. Have I made my point yet? Okay...**coughs**, eh back to the story.

Jamie's head swarmed with what should she do. Should she go? Should she ignore the note? Should she call the police? Should she tell her father? She grabbed a glass of water and two ibuprofen: she was getting a headache from all the thoughts.
She also took sleeping pills: she hadn't slept for two days, and tommorow, she supposed, she better look okay when she went to that dude's house. Plus before she went she was going with Landon again. Maybe she should tell him about this, he might do something. 'What could he possibly do?' he thought challenged but she ignored them and just tried to sleep.

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"Ready to go?" said Landon, right inside of her door.
"Sure," she said, walking out the door with him. They were going to a movie, "Pirates of the Caribbean."
"This better be good," stated Landon.
"It will," she replied back, "It has Johnny Depp in it." She laughed while he got a sour look on his face.
"I just hope it's better then the last movie they based on a ride was."
"What was that?"
"The Haunted Mansion."
"UCK!" Jamie leaned back into the leather-upholstered chair and stared absently mindedly out of the window. Landon abruptly pulled onto the shoulder, slamming on the brakes. "What the-?!?"
"Will you just tell me what's up? What's on your mind? Please," Landon pleaded, looking into her eyes.
"I – I can't," she mumbled, her brown eyes gazing upon the dirty floor mat of the car.
"You can. I won't tell a soul." He lent closer toward her. "You need to get it off your chest. I'm here."
Jamie exploded back, her hand automatically going for the handle and yanking it down, the car door springing open. "I can't tell you!" she half sobbed, half yelled. "Believe me Landon, I would if I could! But I can't!"
"Jamie, come back..." but she was already gone, high heels and all running down the open highway against traffic. She couldn't, what if this person found out. They would kill Hallie. She burst out in tears at the common thought that entered her mind once again. The rain had now completely drenched her and her hair which she wished she hadn't let hang free clung to her face and her chest and back. Landon drove into the middle of the four lanes of traffic in the grass. "Jamie, come in here. Your going to either get a cold or get killed that way. Come on." But nothing he could say could persuade her. She knew he would just drill her more as soon as he got the chance, and she couldn't risk that.

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After a two miles of running, jogging, and walking she reached a rest station. She waited at the edge of the drive way for someone else to pull in, because all who was there was one dirty old man who looked like a murder, or something along the lines. Finally a van with a family drove in and Jamie quickly ran to the pay phone for a taxi. She couldn't wait to be warm under her covers.

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Today was the day. Jamie got into her car, map in hand, wondering what would the day bring. If only she knew.