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P.s when she was in Australia.
Elliot
By the end of my last class Ap Bio which ended by 3:40pm i couldn't even feel my shoulder anymore.
It ached to move it about but i sucked it up and made my way to the parking lot, making sure to stay clear of Jean.
I entered into the red lambo i had borrowed from Cyrus since all my cars were back at home and started it, revising out of the lot and zooming out of school's gate.
I stopped at a drug shop on my way and bought a bottle of sleeping pills. It still puzzle me how a famous drug dealer didn't have sleeping meds stocked in his house.
Passing by series of well grown trees lined up in a straight line i pulled up on Cyrus drive way and got down taking my bag pack and the sleeping pills with me careful not to apply too much pressure on my shoulder, i didn't want Cyrus to know or ask questions.
I entered the mansion and Beautiful Mistakes by Maroon 5 ft Megan Thee Stallion blasted through out the living room, the home theater barring out the loud sounds.
Aside from the music playing out everywhere was quite and seemed almost soul less.
"Cyrus?!"
No response.
"Cyrus!"
No response.
"Black!"
Again no fucking response.
I looked round dropping my bag off on the couch, i held fast to the bottle of sleeping pills as i climb up the stairs, taking two at a time.
"Angie where's Cyrus?" I asked the house system trying to remain calm.
I got to Cyrus room but it was empty, a well laid king size bed in the middle of the gigantic room taking up half of the space.
"Master Cyrus is in the art gallery located at the other side of the mansion" Angie replied in her female robotic voice.
I sighed releasing an anxious breath i didn't know i was holding.
What an ass, making me worry like that
"Thanks"
I ran down the stairs and following Angie's instructions i went to the other side of the big mansion, passing a beautiful garden.
I've never really been on the other side of Cyrus mansion but it's only fair since i've only been here for what?, a day?.
And come to think of it, i didn't see any family pictures or photos, not of his parents, fuck, not even his picture hung around, i wonder if he lives alone, that would be sad if he did, hell i couldn't live in a big ass mansion like his alone, i'll lose my freaking mind.
The other side of his mansion looked like the rest part of his mansion just a little bit deserted.
I climb up a rail-less spiral staircase attached bearly to a brick wall careful not to slip, or worse, fall to my doom.
I could still hear the music from the living room playing out.
Getting to the last step, it lead to a long red carpeted hallway, with closed wooden doors.
I walked down the hallway looking round.
It was somewhat dark but i could still see everything clearly.
