My heart started pounding in my chest as my palms began to sweat.

He came closer to me and grabbed my hand in his before his the top of it. "Or at least that's what we were supposed to be. We have no intentions of keeping you here against your will, in fact you will be on your way home within the hour, but only on one condition...that you come back and visit us again soon."

"Of course" I said as I nodded frantically in response.

Drake and his family kept their promise, as I was going to keep mine. I was in the car on the way home with their driver within the hour.

I didn't realize how far away I had been until we had been driving for a while. It took us 6 hours to drive home, and I was silent the whole time.

The second the driver stopped in front of my house I basically jumped out of the car without a word and ran inside.

"Mark! Joey! Mom! Dad! It's me, I'm home!" I yelled as I ran into the living room. But there was no one there.

I continued to search the house unable to find anyone. Then I called each of their cell phones, but there was no answer...from anyone.

I decided to believe that they were out looking for me. But the state of the house made me think otherwise.

The rooms were nearly empty, and the fridge was bare, but both cars were in the garage and my dad's credit cards and check book were on the kitchen counter.

I was too confused and exhausted and overwhelmed to understand or think about what had happened. So I just laid down in the living room, curled into a ball and cried. My family was gone, including Frederick...and Mark.

Did they leave me?

Is...is this how it felt when I left them...?