She'll Never Love You Like I Can〚 Marco Diaz X Reader 〛

ೃ⁀➷𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 14: 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒐ೃ⁀➷

*PART TWO BEGINS*

*Third person POV:

The house was quiet. All of the life and happiness practically drained from it. In the kitchen, sit a mother and father, with bags under their eyes, and tears on their face.

"I can't wait any longer." The mother said sniffling. She had h/l h/c hair, and big e/c eyes. "She's been missing for a week now, and I can't just sit here and wait for the police to do their "job, I NEED my baby." She held her head.

Her husband looked at her, concern filling his eyes. He too missed her, and knew how much his wife needed her. "Honey, I know it hurts.. but she'll come back.. I promise."

She looked at him, anger filling her eyes. "WHAT IF SHE DOESN'T? What if she got kidnapped, or mugged, or.. assaulted?!" She moves her cup of coffee away from her. "We don't know who took her, we don't know where she is. I tried calling her and never got a call back. 50 times."

"Hey..." he squeezed her hand. "Don't think like that."

She shakes her head. "I've been hoping and hoping for some kind of SIGN. Some kind of sign that my beautiful baby girl will come back, and that this whole SHIT show will finally be over."

Her husband nodded. "At this point...hope is all we can do."

She nodded and they both shared a heartwarming hug.

"I just want her to come home... and then we could all be a family again." She cried laying her head on his shoulder.

P/N layed on the floor, waiting as well for their Y/N to return.

He rubbed her back. "I know sweetie.. I know." He held her tightly.

The hug was filled with sniffles.

Her husband looks down. "What if.. though.."

She looked at him.

"There could possibly be a-a chance.." he inhales not wanting to say it. "That she could be dead?"

She pulled away still in his arms, and looked at him slowly.

"The FUCK did you just say?"

He sighed. "Sweetie, she may possibly be."

She pulled away completely and slapped him in the face. "HOW DARE YOU." She threw her cup of coffee at him, and started to scream. "DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT AGAIN."

He was shaking, but remained calm.

She was crying and screaming at the same time. "I KNOW MY BABY IS NOT DEAD. I KNOW WE WILL FIND HER." She sniffles. "AND IF SHE IS.... I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

He stands up. "Honey.. I'm so sorry I never should of said that I-"

"I need a minute." She goes upstairs and walks into her bedroom slamming the door.

She goes through her closet, which was filled of sniffling and sobs, grabbing out a box.

She sits on the bed and opens it, putting the cover on the side and pulls out pictures.

She smiles at a picture of when Y/N was little, and she was swinging on the swing, while her mother pushed her.

She smiled sniffling at the picture, rewinding the memory in her head. She rubbed her thumb upon the image of Y/N and rubbed her eyes. She whispered to her as if she was speaking to her. "We're going to find you baby, I promise."

The door opened and she looked up.

It was S/N.

"Mommy..are you okay?" S/N said sitting beside her on the bed.

She nodded, wiping her eyes and hugged her.

S/N hugged back, knowing how much her mom was in pain.

"I..." they looked at her, tears brimming their eyes as well. "I miss her too, mom."

She pulled away from S/N and nodded.

They placed a hand on her shoulder. "I believe she's out there mom.. I promise. And we're going to bring her back. Forever."

Her mom nodded. "Thank you sweetheart. Now, mommy needs a little time to herself. Do you mind?"

S/N shook her head and looked at her. "Take all the time you need."

Her mom gave her a heartwarming, appreciative smile as she left the room.

She walked towards her window, holding herself as she gazed at the city. The roads that looked like they could go on and on for miles, and the cars that passed by like a speed of light.

She sighed.

Oh Y/N..... where could you be?