Noah.

Hell. That is what I have been in since I walked out of my home, leaving Tiffany to get her things while calling Amy to help her. That hell is not easier as the days roll by, instead. It gets harder.

The only way in which I have been keeping my sanity is to look for the bastard responsible for everything, Finding him has become my purpose and mission in life. He said he would not torture her but he never said he would not kidnap her, that is almost inevitable. I don’t know exactly what he was waiting for but I was not going to stand around waiting...