The Reality of it All (Completed)

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👆👆Guys please explain to me. Is this much makeup really necessary?😳 like seriously?! I'm not saying everyone who wears makeup has horrible self esteem but come on😑 there is a difference between "enhancing your features" and creating a new person! I will never understand why some feel the need to hide behind this stuff because even with the makeup on, it doesn't mean everyone will like you. You will still have haters and they aren't going anywhere😪You should be you for you. If wearing make up makes you feel better, GROW UP! Be a better person! Gain some self confidence💯 Don't hide behind a mask because you think you're ugly, you can be beautiful in someone else's eyes without it😤 sorry. Just had to get that out. So tired of girls saying "I need to stock up on makeup," you DONT need to do that👋 God made you the way you are for a reason. Don't hide your beauty behind pounds of makeup 💋

Now...back to the story 🗿
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Jake POV
It's been a full week and there is still no sign of Spencer. Her mom has pretty much given up. She's been cooped up in her room for the past week. Paige and I try to visit, but it's no use. One of her daughters is missing and the other one is in jail.

Tragic story.

I was sitting down in her living room. Last time I was in here, I was with Spencer. I could see her playing the Wii, now, trying to beat up her opponent.

"See look, I can totally win this dude," she said confidently.

"Oh yeah? Show me," I smirked. I sat down and watched her punch an imaginary guy in front of her. Her facial expression showed complete concentration. She had that cute wrinkle above her nose, as she got more competitive.

"TKO!"

"Wooooo! I told you I could take him out! These fists of STEEL!" She shrieked, throwing her tiny fists into the air. I died of laughter, falling onto the floor and holding my stomach. She bent down and punched me.

I faked pain.

"Wow, you really do punch hard," I said wincing. She laughed.

"Shut up,"

I snapped out of my flashback, realizing that Paige was talking to me. She was waving a hand back in forward in front of my eyes.

"Are you okay?" She asked me. I sat forward with my elbows on my knees.

"This is all my fucking fault Paige. If I would've been here for her, I could've stopped this! To think that I got mad over her and Hayden sharing a kiss! I FLIPPIN yelled at her to get out and I never bothered to listen to her explanation. The God damn explanation!" I confessed.

"Jake stop pacing," Paige said. I didn't even know I had stood up. I sat back down and tears started spilling out.

"It's not your fault Jake. You couldn't have prevented this,"

"YES IT IS! You mean to tell me that you aren't feeling the same way I am?That even if you were there with her that day, this most likely wouldn't have happened?" I questioned. She turned away and clasped her hands. I got my answer.

I sat back and looked up at the ceiling.

"There has to be something we haven't checked. The police never do their job anyway. We need to do something," I said to myself. Paige sighed.

"Well ok. Mason broke out of jail the day that Spencer went missing. She supposedly went to work for six hours and left. At least that's what everybody says," she recalled.

"The security guard said he saw glass but no car. So that means...they took her and the car...no one saw it..." I muttered.

"So what does that leave for us?" Paige asked looking at me. I bolted upright.