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Amelia's pov

"Where were you?" I asked Foster as I settle beside Pickett in the backseat. She wanted me there with her, scared of being alone. I held her tight as she trembles and sniffles.

"Those bastards locked me in the bathroom when I saw Pickett." He ground out, the tension in his voice telling me that he was very upset.

" I told you to call me right away if you found her Foster." I sighed, rubbing my hand down Pickett's arm to warm her up.

"I couldn't, they took my phone and didn't give it back." He slammed his hand on his horn and it blared, making a very wild Pickett jump. I grab her, reminding her that she was out of the water and was okay.

"I'll get the phone back tomorrow, let's get Pickett home." I whispered. Foster nodded and started the car and Pickett clung to me like I was her lifeline. I couldn't help but be filled with rage as I remember what happened.

Dayna was a bitch but I hadn't thought she'd go this low. Something could have gone terribly wrong tonight. And Raid