I was all prepared. I knew what I had to do. I would go to cafes and place with Jordan and Ash, so that they thought I wasn't bothered much. And suprisingly, it worked. It was the most difficult task for me, pretending as if Neal didn't exist. It was almost 10 days until I decided it was the right time to go look for Neal.
I told Jordan and Ash that i had to go to NYC with my parents for 3 weeks. And so, I rented a van and a dolly and I knew I could pull this off. At midnight on Thursday, when Ashton's lights were turned off, I got my dolly and van out of the garage and in front of the house andgathered everything.
First-aid kit. Check.
Incognito clothes. Check.
Mini-Gun without bullets. Check.
Foundation and eyeshadow to camouflage. Check.
Pepper sprey. Check.
Fatigue backpack. Check.
5 flashlights. Check.
I was going to search everywhere in this damn town and beyond until I found my love. There were not many vehicles on the road, so it was a little easier for me to find places.
First, I went to Ansenjon towers, near the woods. That was the last place he'd been before he went missing' and I was pretty sure the cops had already checked out there. I took my bobby pin out of my top-knot and used the old jam and jiggle to unlock the lock of the towers.
It did open, but since it was a bank corperation, it had laser beams EVERYWHERE.
I managed to dodge the first batch of beams, and then I noticed the security camera's laser reflecting upon a mirror.
I got out as fast as I could, but kept my eyes open for any unusual room.
It was rather frightening, being all alone.
It would be nonsensical if I'd tell a stranger that my bae went missing, I got a text from him saying he was fine, then set out to search for him in a tower, with foundation and an eyeshadow pallette. Yes, the person would pretty much think i needed to go to rehab.
I kept inspecting the rubric of the rooms, when i came across one called ' theracknimoarelfed', which was a pretty eerie name, but I just ignored it, as it was, obviously, some uncanny money room. I did, though, take pictures of bits and blurbs which I found sphinxlike and peculiar.
I was almost done with that section of the towers when I heard some footsteps. I froze there and turned my flashlight off. I entered the room closest to me, but the door shut emphatically. The sounds of the footsteps grew louder and louder, and my heart started to beat rapidly. I stood next to the door inside of the room and placed my hand on my beating heart, with an appalling look on my face. The door burst open.
I removed the pepper spray from my fanny pack and sprayed it on the person.
"OH MY FREAKING GOD TILLY!" The guy said.
It was ASHTON. My best friend ASHTON. I sprayed PEPPER on my best friend's face. GREAT.
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Aktuelle LiteraturTilliane was leading the normal high-school life, with her amazing jock boyfriend and partying with her best friends. They had no reasons why her dreamboy, Neal Merrick disappeared, and the lazy cops and investigators of Broxhamwood, UK, did nothing...