Tyler
I looked for him everywhere, and he showed up nowhere. It's like he got kidnapped. Well, it would make sense because he's young and beautiful, so people would have an urge to want him.
I looked from store to store, and I don't have his phone number. My heart raced with panic and fear. What if something happens to him or if he does something stupid?
I wouldn't be surprised. With that temper of his, I wouldn't be surprised if he gets into trouble. I just hope he doesn't do anything stupid until I find him.
I pray to the heavens that I can find him before it's too late. As much as I hate the bastard, I wouldn't forgive myself if anything happens to him. As I looked at my phone at the time, I realized thirty minutes had passed and I should call Elijah. This is his son.
I placed the phone to my ear, listening to its rings.
"Hello."
A deep voice rang along with exhaustion and frustration, and I spoke with an urgency of fear. "Elijah, there's something I need to tell you."
