Elizabeth Brooks
Condo, LA
July 06, 2002 (1 week later)
I sat on my bed in frustration and anxiety. These people were still at my house trying to figure out where Jake was. My headaches have been getting worse and my stomach was still aching in pain.
I was sick of this. I picked up my phone and dialed a number I haven’t called in about two weeks.
“Hello” came his voice. I held the phone to my ear, anger forgotten.
“Jake?” I asked just to make sure.
He laughed quietly making me melt in my bed. “Hi, Elizabeth.”
“Where are you?” I asked shyly. My heart was racing from hearing him say my name; it sounded so sexy coming out of his mouth.
“Is something wrong?” He asked, worried. He was worried about me? His parents were ten minutes away from hiring the S.W.A.T team to track him down and
