Apparently the police got word that an American man had kidnapped a teenage girl on the weekend. Strange huh? Anyways, I wouldn’t change a thing.
I just hate missing you so much.
Yours Forever
Buddy
Damn, I knew I had made a mistake when I told the police that I was in the United States. “I’m so sorry Buddy,” I said out loud. I quickly opened the next letter. It was dated in July. Why didn’t my mother give me these letters last year?
Dear Scarlett
Why haven’t I heard from you? Are you okay? Should I come see you?
I will you know. I have a pretty flexible work schedule.
If I don’t get a letter back I’m coming to see you in August.
Call me as soon as you get this letter. I need your phone number too.
Don’t scare me Scarlett. I miss you. I need to hear your voice.
Dave misses you too. He has a message for you.
'Can’t cope, Don’t mope, There’s hope, Smoke dope.'
He says it’s his words but I don’t believe he can write poetry.
I don't even think he can read.
You left behind your Depeche Mode concert tee shirt.
I’ll personally deliver it to you angel. I’ll admit that I have actually been sleeping with it.
I’m ashamed, so ashamed but that’s just how much I miss you.
Call me Scarlett!!
Yours Forever
Buddy
I'm crying again as I open the third letter. Did he actually come back here, was he here in Aurora? I can’t take this. This is torture but I have to continue, I have to read these painful letters.
Dear Scarlett
I’m coming to see you in fourteen days.
I’ll be there, on your doorstep Saturday, August 30th. I hope you’ll answer.
I really don’t want to meet your dad. I miss you. I want to see the stars with you.
I want to wake up with you. Scarlett, will you come home with me?
Why won’t you call me? Just tell me you’re okay, please. I’m scared.
Are you okay? I need to hear your voice. I just need to kiss your pretty little face.
Damn it Scarlett, where are you? I’m mad angel.
If you don’t want to hear from me again then just tell me. Just tell me Scarlett.
Buddy
Where was I August 30th of last year? I was still here, in Aurora. It was after my run in with my father, but I was still here. Why did my mother keep these from me. It could have changed everything. I may never have run away.
“Fuck!” I shout. I was so mad. There was one more letter to read. I trembled as I opened it.
Dear Scarlett
I don’t know if you’re going to get this letter or not but I wanted to send it anyway.
I went to your house. I didn’t meet your dad but I did meet your mother.
I have a feeling she didn’t give you my letters.
She told me you didn’t come home much anymore.
She wasn’t sure where you were living.
At least I know you’re alive now, although not well I assume.
She seemed to think that all you do is drink and sleep with devil boys.
I hope you’re not sleeping with the devil Scarlett. I still want you sleeping with me.
I don’t care what road you’ve taken, I still want to find you.
I have chosen you, that will never change. Your mother gave me a picture of you.
It's the last one she took, she said she doesn't even think you know she took it.
You're standing on the porch with a friend laughing. You look so happy and innocent.
I prefer your darker hair but I will admit you look beautiful as a blond as well.
I look at that picture of you every night before I fall asleep and pray to a higher power
that you are safe, that you are happy and that you are going to find your way back to me
someday.
Scarlett, I searched that little town of yours.
I stayed there for three long days looking for you. I searched allies and parks.
I couldn’t find you. I met a few people that said they knew you but didn’t know where you were staying. They told me that you bounced around a lot.
Maybe it’s just as well that I didn’t find you. If you were with another guy I don’t think I
would have handled it too well. I’ve decided to let you go Scarlett.
You know where I am and you know that I’ll always take you home with me.
I hope you’re safe, I hope you can still see the star's angel.
little girl, I wish you stayed home.
I’m listening to the forgotten rebels tonight, ‘little girl’ makes me think of you, I hope you’re not cold baby.
Still Yours Forever
Willem
Cas came out to find me a shriveled mess on the floor. I couldn’t speak as the heartache in my chest grew. The pain hurt. My loss hurt. I can’t handle this. She held me in her arms and just sat in silence with me on the floor. She lit a smoke and handed it to me.
“He was here Cas. He was here looking for me last August but he never found me,” I told her. “He has let me go,” I said to her as I stood up and poured myself a shot of vodka. I threw it back, as I wiped the tears from my eyes.
“Scarlett Rayne, call him now,” she ordered me after she read the last letter. I just stared at her, unsure if I could call him.
“Use my phone,
