The week went by very slowly. Me and Evan decided to go to the alley Friday night to smoke a couple bags out. We met up outside since he lived directly across the street from me. It was almost twelve o' clock at night so we tried to avoid any cops if possible so we took the only route that almost nobody knew was there. We were just strolling leisurely, cracking a couple of jokes with each other when we noticed a black Dodge Challenger steadily driving around five miles per hour approximately two hundred feet behind us. We didn't ruminate about it so we just kept walking; still took peeks behind us every once in a while to see if they were still behind us. Yes, they were. We started to get a little worried so we jumped a couple of walls and started running. We later saw the two men from the park directly in front of us so we turned around and bolted but Evan tripped over a small tree stump and fell, crashing into the ground vigorously. The two dudes snatched Evan and threw him in the back of the car and took off. I chased after them but they were too fast for me to catch up to. There I was, on the ground, crying, feeling helpless, forgetting I have a bag of pot in my back pocket. I used the little courage I had to get up and go home but my mom caught me trying to sneak through my bedroom window with a bag of pot in my hand and yelled at me until she heard what happened. She then just said, "Oh. I-I didn't know. I am sorry Robbie. I sincerely am. Do you maybe want to talk about it?" Said, my mom. "Not really. I just wanna go to bed." I said. "Alright then. Give me the bag of pot and go to bed. I love you" Then walked off with the bag of pot. I laid there all night with tears constantly raining down my face, thinking to myself, "What would they do to Evan? Are they going to murder him?" I didn't get one bit of sleep that night because I could not stop thinking, why are my friends just disappearing out of nowhere for no reason?