Forelsket ~ GeorgeNotFound

Not A Single Thing

Deena's POV:

I slowly woke up to faint light showing through the curtains. It was really early in the morning and I still heard small breaths from Miranda's spot in the room My stomach was shouting at me to eat food, and my mouth was dry. I decided to take a few sips of the water I had before I heard the door knob move. Miranda jolted awake as the door creaked open. I saw dark bags under her eyes and her lips were dry. Max walked in and walked over to her. I held my breath and stayed silent as he brushed some of her hair out of her face. He didn't do anything else before walking over to me. He smirked down and forcefully kissed me. This time I didn't do anything back. He took notice and grabbed my face and stared at me.

"You don't want me, princess?" He was obviously getting mad but I stayed silent. Refusing to look him in the eyes. He moved his hand over the cut of my cheek and pushed his hand against it hard. I groaned in pain and felt tears start to fall from my eyes before he stopped. The tears stung as they made their way into the open wound and he grabbed my arms forcefully. "You want me. Even if you don't, act like it. Make me believe it." he spoke through his teeth before shoving me backwards. My chair fell back and onto my hands that were tied behind me. The metal cup that was in my lap fell onto my face, clearly leaving a strong black eye.

"Fuck!" I screamed. I already had one broken finger and I did not need any more. I cried quietly as I watched him walk around me, bending down and laughing. He kicked me multiple times in my ribs, making me scream in pain.

"Stop! Please!" Miranda screamed out while sobbing from the other side of the room. This only made him kick harder. "Max stop it!" The screams slowly faded as my body succumbed to the pain, everything going numb and turning blurry. I only Max's silhouette above me as he leaned down. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head up. Miranda was still screaming and I felt the warm tears over my face. He stared at me for a moment before slamming my head onto the ground. This was it. I was once again out cold.

Clay's POV:

I barely slept last night. I mainly paced back and forth in my room, waiting for a call, or at least a text. Nick and George fell asleep in the living room. They both tried to stay up in case anything happened. I went to my room at around 12 and at 2, I heard noise and peaked out of my door to see nick crying into his hands. I didn't want him to be embarrassed so I stayed in my place. He calmed down and fell back asleep after a few minutes. I only went to sleep at 6, and just woke up at 8, staring blankly at my ceiling. I heard a faint knock on my door before George walked in.

"I made breakfast" he spoke barely above a whisper. I nodded and got out of bed, not speaking. We all sat around the kitchen table silently. I hadn't taken but one bite and so did the other two. Nick took a deep breath before sliding his place forward harshly and shooting out of his seat, stomping away to the guest room and slamming the door. George looked towards the door and sighed, turning to me.

"Should we go now and keep looking?" He stood up and picked up all the plates, knowing no one was going to eat.

"Yeah. Nick probably wants to come so I can go get him" I stood up and walked towards the door, knocking before opening it. Nick was sitting in the bed with his head in his hands, and I could tell he was crying. I didn't say anything, and just pulled him up and hugged him. He calmed down before pulling away and wiping his face. "We're going to look again."

"Okay let's go" he gave me a smile and walked past me and out the door. The drive was quiet, the only sounds being the low radio and sound of cars passing by. We were at a stoplight and daydreaming by Radiohead came on.

"Deena loves this song" nick immediately piped up and reached forward from the back seat to turn it up. She did love this song and she forced us to listen to Radiohead with her. We all listened and enjoyed the slow song, small smiles on our faces. We drove throughout neighborhoods for hours looking for her and Miranda's cars. We eventually had to stop and get food, and I remembered the diner she likes and how good the food there is. I pulled in and we all walked in after each other. We sat down at a booth when the older lady, who I knew as Ms. Chesterfield, walked over. She had a smile on her face but when she noticed and remembered who I was her smile dropped.

"Hi baby are you okay?" She held sadness in her eyes and looked to Nick and George, smiling sympathetically.

"We're holding up. Looking for her hour after hour" I nodded as I spoke. Ms. Chesterfield looked over and I followed her gaze, seeing Ian in the kitchen, but he looked miserable rather than his normal cheerful self.

"He looked for her all day and night the past few days" she sighed and pulled out a notepad. "But shes okay! I know it! What would you like to drink?" We all ordered our drinks and food. It wasn't as quiet and sad as breakfast and we all inhaled our food quickly, showing how hungry we all were. We had small conversation about if we should split up or not, and we decided to stick together in case something happens. As we paid for our food, Ian had come out for a moment. I gave him a sad look before giving him a small hug.

"We're going to find her" I smiled and he nodded, not showing anything but utter sadness. We got back in the car and sat there for a moment, thinking of what to do.

"Well let's get back to it I guess" George sighed and turned the radio back on, but instead of listening to the radio he hooked up his phone and played strictly Radiohead.

"Seriously?" Both Nick and I laughed out at the same time. I shook my head and kept that smile on my face for as long as I could. We kept driving and driving, but we still couldn't find anything.

We haven't found a single god damn thing.