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My hands tremble as I film another video, showcasing how the door and windows are all locked. I have to fight to keep the video steady.

I stay silent while I film the rest of the videos, showcasing the rest of my living conditions like the bedding and my two-sizes too small wardrobe.

I freeze every time I hear something else going on in the house, ready to shove the phone under the mattress or chuck it into the closet so it’s not found, but no one bothers me.

And then I send them.

There’s already a group chat with two numbers. The one that belongs to the other burner phone the guys are using, and Cameron’s, which I don’t think he was supposed to give me in case I get caught with the phone.

I send all of the videos.

And then I wait.

And wait.

And wait.

In all honesty, only a couple of minutes pass, but I was half expecting an immediate response.

My mind runs wild with the possibility that Cameron was wrong and that they’ve all forgotten about me. That I’ll be left here to rot. That this entire, crazy night getting me this burner phone was for nothing.

Andi

I miss you guys

My eyes widen when a notification pops up on my screen. It’s not a message, but it’s better than nothing.

Unknown number #2 added

Unknown number #3, Unknown number #4, Unknown number #5, Unknown number #6.

Are these the guys?

Cameron must be unknown number #2, considering his was the second number added to this phone. And he added four other numbers.

Unknown number #3

We miss you too, Starlight

Tears cling to my lower lashes as I collapse onto the carpeted floor by the foot of my bed, curling my body protectively around the screen.

Starlight. This must be Beck.

Andi

omg

I can barely type out those three letters, thanks to the full body tremors going on right now.

It’s like whatever positive effects the physical contact with Cameron had on me are all wearing off.

Even though I’m so glad I have a way of talking to them, I’m still painfully reminded that they’re miles away.

Andi

Sorry

May or may not be crying my eyeballs out