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I'm REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY SORRY thatI haven't updated in a looong time.I know it's been like...2 months butif youknew whathas been going on with my family right now...you'd understand.

Once again...SO SORRY.

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Rating Change! Changed to T because...I think that this is to...idk...for 9 year olds.

I'm dedicated thisinloving memory of my Mom and Dad. Always in my Heart. And to the girls at the Kissing Rob Contest for their great support in this very roughtime I'mexperiencing. Thank you!

ON WITH THE SHOW!

CHAPTER 12: Where are we going?

"Wake up, Mastriani." I opened my eyes as I heard someone call my name. Blearily, I looked around the room and my eyes locked with Rob's. I smiled and he said, "Hey there. It's almost six, so I thought you should be heading home." I nodded silently and got up. I had a weird feeling, but I couldn't place it.

Vaguely, I felt Rob put my coat on and we headed outside. I shook my head in defeat because I couldn't stop this nagging feeling. "What's wrong?" Rob suddenly asked, taking hold of my elbow, like he was afraid I would keel over any minute. "Me? Oh, nothing." I didn't even look up at him, I really don't know why. Whatever it was, it was really started to bug me.

"You sure? 'Cause you look…kinda…I don't know, upset."

"I don't know. I just have this weird…feeling. Maybe it's a foreboding?" I looked around like I would find the answer somewhere in Rob's yard. How wierd is that? Like I'm going to find my life's problems in the wild grass growing under the window. Keep dreamin'.

"Did you dream about anything?" Good old Rob. How can he always think so sensibly in times when my mind is so clouded? Except, that I couldn't say that I did or didn't dream about anything. I just don't remember.

" I don't know; I don't remember." I sighed and Rob pulled me into a tight hug. As I was happily enjoying the warmth amidst the frigid air, all of a sudden, I felt Rob tense against me. I was going to look up at him, but he practically threw me on his bike and we took off. To where, I have no idea.

I looked behind me and there was nothing. Not one vehicle or person. But there were lots and lots of cornfields. I started to get a sickening feeling because this looked a lot like where we found Sean. I really didn't want to go back there—even if no one was there. "Rob? Where are we going?" I was trying to keep my voice from wobbling, but I don't think it worked. Rob stole a quick glance at me and said, "Hang on," and sped up.

By the time I saw the comforting lights of a gas station, it was close to eleven. I should've been tired but I was wide awake. Something was up; something bad. You don't drive on a motorcycle in February for five hours for fun. Well, I guess some people do, but I don't think Rob's like that. I mean, really. Who tells thier girlfriend to get on a bike and then won't tell her where you're going?

We drove up right in front of the gas station store and Rob turned the engine off. We kind of just sat there, Rob straddling the bike with his legs. Then he got off the bike and motioned for me to follow suit. We removed our helmets and he leaned in for a kiss. Right before his tender lips reached mine, he said, "Don't worry, I'll explain soon. I promise." I smiled and replied to his kiss. But it was cut short by a man coming out of the Quick-Stop store.

"Well I'll be damned. If it isn't Mr. Wilkins." He shook his head as he waved his hand, showing us inside. Rob took my hand and we walked in.

I was surprised when the guy-who-seems-to-know-Rob had us follow him upstairs to find that it was very lushly accommodated. Okay, maybe lush was the wrong word, but it was clean, unlike the downstairs.

Rob and I sat down on the green, overstuffed couch that sat right next to the stairs and the guy-who-knows-Rob sat down in a blue chair across from it. "So, what brings you here?" Quick-Mart guy asked.

"It's kind of complicated. Can I talk to you in private? Would you mind Jess?" Rob gave me a look that was half questioning, half pleading. I hesitated, but gave in. What could I do? "Um, sure. I'll just...um...wait here." Rob smiled and gave my hand a squeeze and said, "Just wait here, I won't be long. We're just going into that office down the hall there. See it?" Rob pointed his finger towards one of the doors to the right.

I nodded and was surprised that he seemed to read my thoughts that I was nervous if I would be able to get to him if something happened. Rob got up and so did that other guy—whose name I'm dying to know—and they went into that little office. Since when did I get so paranoid that something would happen? I'm never like this.

I took a look around the room. There were a few doors to my left and to my right. I wondered what was behind them, but was too scared to get up. I hadn't realized how scared I was until Rob closed the door to that office. I looked down at my hands and they were shaking. I seriously don't know what's wrong with me. It's really starting to get on my nerves now.

I realized that I should probably call my mom and tell her where I am, but I don't see a phone and I don't want to interrupt their little meeting.

A few minutes later, Rob and that guy came out and they walked towards me. I stood up and the guy stuck out his hand. "Hi there, Jess. My name's Billy. I think Rob can explain everything, can't you Rob?" I looked up at Rob and he nodded.

Billy is a tall man, about Rob's height, and has short light brown hair and green eyes. He looked like he was in his early thirties, but his hands looked rough. He must have a job where he uses his hands a lot. Maybe he's a mechanic.

"Here are your keys and I'll be seeing you two in the mornin'." Rob took my hand and we walked to the left and he turned to the second door on the right side of the hallway and stuck the key in. We opened the door and there was a bedroom before us.

It looked like something you would find at a Holiday Inn. It had cream wallpaper and a matching cream rug. In the middle of the room, taking up all the space, was a queen-sized bed that had a royal blue comforter on it that was made of the same soft-looking fabric as the drapes.

In the back left-hand corner, by the window, was an oak desk and opposite that corner was a chair that was identical to the one out in the hallway.

It took a minute for it all to soak in, and I realized that there was only one bed. One bed!

"So, what do you think?" Rob asked, throwing me a reassuring smile. For some reason, right then, all the emotions I had kept down inside of me from that time when my parents were kidnapped came roaring out. I just sobbed and sunk to my knees in the doorway.

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