Rick's point of view: How did she know about THAT?! How did CHELSEA know about NASH?! "Rick, please answer me." Chelsea pleaded as her beautiful eyes watered. "Ch-Chelsea, h-how did..." *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* My cellphone beeped noisily. "Give me a second." I glanced at her then to my cellphone. I shivered. It was a text message from... Adam. It says... "I've got your beloved Chelsea. Just try calling the police, and I'll cut her head off." I quickly looked at Chelsea. Chelsea is right infront of me. What was Adam talking about?! Chelsea is RIGHT INFRONT OF ME! Why does Adam have to LIE?! I shivered. Oh no. Maybe... He is... Adam is... "Rick. You're not answering me." Chelsea snapped angrily. "Ch-Chelsea, I gotta go..." I stammered. Chelsea's eyes widened. "Wha-wha..." "I'll explain everything to you later. Bye!" I hurried off. I have to go home. QUICK. I barged inside the house. Suddenly, I spotted a pair of leather shoes. He's here. I ran inside and barged into Adam's room. "FREEZE!" I screamed as I slammed his door open. Adam jumped in surprise. "Ri-Rick..." A big suitcase was lying on his bead. Several clothes were in there. My guess was correct. Adam was trying to ESCAPE. I smiled. "Just as I thought..." "H-how did you know that I was here..." "Hah! Did you think I bought your petty little LIE?! I had a secret weapon, you know?!" I scoffed. "Wea-weapon?" Adam shivered. "It's called... cellphones. Duh, Adam. You're not thinking at all. What century are you in, anyway?!" Adam stared blankly at me. I KNEW and HE KNEW that the game was over. Sadly, he lost. "Wh-what are you going to do to me?!" Adam asked. He was shaking terribly. I flipped my cellphone open. "Stalking is a crime, you know. And criminals should go to the..." "RICK! Please. Have mercy on your own BROTHER! Don't hand me over to the police. Please don't!" Adam pleaded as he knelt to the ground. Tears strolled down his masculine face. My heart sank. I know that what I'm doing right now is inhuman. I mean... IMPRISON MY OWN BROTHER?! That's MADNESS. I should... Adam grabbed my shirt. "Please. Rick. Please. I can never be a doctor again after this. I DON'T WANT THAT TO HAPPEN!" I sighed. I don't have any choice. I should let this one go. I should just forgive him. "Adam..." "I just want to get her back..." Adam blurted out. I quickly looked at Adam. "Get WHO back?" Adam's eyes widened. He quickly covered his mouth. "N-no one. I was referring to nobody." Angered, I grabbed Adam's collar. "ANSWER me. Get WHO BACK?!" Adam gulped. "I want to get... ... CHELSEA back."