Fredrick hadn't been able to sleep all night, he kept thinking about his mum and the torture she went through in the hands of those men.
He rolled over his bed as he remembered when he got out and couldn't find Sam.. it took hours before Sam could find him.
"Mum, I hope you're okay… I wanna see you again," he murmured.
Frederick got up from the bed and walked towards Sam's room, he knocked but didn't get a response so opened the door and got in.
The moment he walked in he saw Sam pressing his phone.
"Hey boy… Why aren't you sleeping yet? It's still too early for you to be awake. Where's Max?"
"Max is still sleeping…Sam, I can't sleep,"
"Why's that Fredrick? You should be sleeping by now,"
"Where's mum? Why isn't she here yet, it's passed the twenty-four hours I told you. What's going to happen to her? Is she gonna die like my father?"
"Shhhh, don't say that, I'm working on it, it's just that the police are not…"