Are you guys ready for chapter 3? GOOD, cause here it is.
SAM'S POV
The police left and said they would do the best they can to find Jennette. I didn't believe them at all. They had that hopeless look on their faces because there wasn't evidence besides footprints.
"Sam?" Freddie whispered softly. I lifted my head off my hand and looked at him. He put his arms around my shoulders and pulled me into a hug. I needed to be strong.
"Freddie?" I whispered, "Will they find her?" I looked deep into his eyes. He looked away.
"I don't know Sam." He sighed. I pulled away from him and stood up.
"What do mean 'you don't know'!?" I yelled.
"Sam, I-"
"YOU DON'T THINK THEY CAN FIND HER DO YOU!?" I screamed at him. "SHE'S NOT GONE!" Tears ran down my face like a faucet.
"The police have no hope and now you don't!!" I sobbed. "Do you even CARE that's she's gone!?" Freddie jumped up and grabbed me by the shoulders. He looked fiercely into my eyes.
"Don't ever think for even a SECOND that I don't care, Sam." He said. I buried my head in his shoulder.
"Don't lose hope Sam," Freddie said, "because I haven't."
JENNETTE'S POV
The door creaked open. The man walked in with a tray. He threw it down and sat in front of me.
"Eat." He commanded. I looked down and saw a can of Peppy Cola and some bread.
"I'm not allowed to have Peppy Cola." I said shyly. The man grabbed the cola and left the room. I took the tiniest bite possible off the bread. I immediately spat it out on the ground. It tasted like poison. Then it hit me, these people were trying to kill me. If I didn't eat the bread, they might force it down my throat. I grabbed the bread and hid in the dark corner. The man walked back in the room with a cup of WahHoo Punch. I knew that was poisoned too. I "accidently" knocked it over.
"It's OK," I smiled, "I'm not thirsty anyway." The man grumbled something and walked out the door. I heard it click shut. My stomach rumbled and moaned. I don't think I had ever gone this long without eating. I thought about ham and my mouth watered. I decided to look around in the dark corner again. I saw the gunpowder, but what was behind it? I moved some boxes and saw a survival kit. I clicked open the locks and smiled. Honey(The only food that never spoils), and lots of it. I grabbed one of the bottles and ripped it open. I squeezed the middle and the sweet liquid flowed on my tongue.
Before long, I had finished the whole bottle. I hid that in another dark corner along with my survival kit. I sleepily stumbled back to my corner and settled myself on the ground. Then I was asleep.
My eyes fluttered open. Something woke me up but I'm not sure what it was. I lifted myself up and looked around. Rain pounded on the roof again. I laughed to myself, it was just the rain. All of a sudden, a giant clap of thunder ripped across the sky. I screamed and launched myself into a corner. I trembled and hugged my shoulders tightly. Thunder rumbled loudly again. My arm automatically reached for my bear, but he wasn't there. My mind wondered back to when I was getting kidnapped. If I had just told Daddy about the man looking in my window, I wouldn't be here right now. The thunder boomed again.
"MOMMY!!!" I screamed/cried. I shoved my fingers in my ears to try and muffle the sound. Nothing worked. Finally with one last boom of thunder, I passed out.
SAM'S POV
The thunder crashed outside. I knew wherever Jennette is, she must be absolutely terrified. I glanced at the clock. 7:00 p.m. The doorbell jingled. I pulled on some jeans and one of our old iCarly penny T-shirts. I glanced through the peep hole. Oh my God it was the police. I ripped open the door and greeted the officers.
"How's the case?" I said hopefully. The officers looked at each other sadly.
"Mrs. Benson," one said, "We need to talk to you and your husband." I nodded and ran to get Freddie. We walked out into the living room where the officers were sitting on the couch.
"Mr. and Mrs. Benson," The other officer said, "We found the car that took Jennette."
"Really!?" I said happily, "Did you find her?" The cops looked at me with deep sympathy.
"No ma'am, but we did find blood."
"B-Blood?" I stammered. I started to shake violently. Freddie quickly pulled me into his arms.
"Yes," said the second officer, "There was blood everywhere in the backseat."
"In the blood was long strands of blonde hair similar to your hair color." Officer one said.
"Are you sure that was her hair?" I questioned.
"No ma'am, that's why we came here," Officer one said, "We need a sample of your hair to compare DNA."
Before the officer was done talking, I already ripped out a couple of my own blonde curls.
"Please come here as soon as you find out." Freddie said.
"You can count on it." The officers said.
TWO HOURS EARLIER (Jennette's POV)
I was just sitting in my corner when the man who took me walked in the room. He said nothing and walked over to me. He grabbed a few strands of my hair and ripped them out.
"Hey!" I said angrily. I hated when people touched my beautiful hair. The man ignored me and walked out of the room silently.
GENERAL POV
The man clenched the hair in his fist. His partner walked up to him with the bag of donated blood.
"Are you ready?" He said.
"Oh, yeah." The man said with a smirk. They drove a sleek black car into a nearby alley with half of the car exposed. The man jumped out of the car and gave his partner the signal. His partner sprayed the blood on the back seat. It dripped onto the floor and ground. The man chuckled and placed the strands of blonde hair in the blood, separating them carefully to look realistic. They fled the scene quickly. About a mile away, they heard sirens.