Gone 3 Blake's POV We stood up when the alarm ended, and we were sent home early. I sat in the back of the bus. Thinking. I knew that Skye wasn't ok. I don't care what they tell me. Lies. Sympathy. Fake. I got off at my stop and read the note on my garage door. It read, "Work trip will be back in 3 days garage password is 1234 help yourself to food, love mom and dad." This was the note they left me every day. I walked inside and flicked on the TV and looked at the news story. I listened as the news played this story, "Skye Jordan of Tajia high school was kidnapped today at 2 pm. She was last seen being tied up and loaded into a green truck going west from ridgewood. I live in ridgewood. I got on my bike and pedaled west. I got towards the highway and went into the bike lane. That's when I saw the green truck. I followed it for about 30 minutes when it stopped in front of an old eerie building and a stopped and pushed my bike behind a bush and I peered over watching. I saw them pull Skye out tied up, mouth covered,and bruised all over. I watched them shove her inside and looked at her eyes. They were teary and large, but still the same beautiful blue eyes. As the door was closing, I ran inside and stood with the giant man looming over me, holding Skye's arm tightly and she looked at me. Her eyes were watering,she looked happy but confused as to why I cared. The man threw her onto the floor and chained her to a railing on the stairs. I looked at her cringing in pain on the ground and then I looked at him, with a smug look on his face. "Every time you try to hurt me, I hurt the girl," He said with a deep voice. I stood still not knowing what to do. I watched him drag her up the stairs. She was gone.