𝑶𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝑶𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ✓

Chapter Seven

MAL sat down on the DIRECTOR black, leather chair next to the director, who was watching the actors perform and recite their lines. Pete Davidson, who was Thomas and Griffin's co-star, finished the scene and sighed in dismay.

"Where is Griffin this time? You know him best, Thomas, where the hell is he?! This is the third time in three days straight!" the director, Jason, complained in a loud tone.

"Jason, calm down, jeez!" Mal scolded in annoyance. The director rolled his eyes.

"Do you think if we know where he is, we would be just sitting here? He's my friend, Jason!" Thomas replied.

"Guys. It's been three days. Don't you think it's a little weird for Griffin, the extrovert, to disappear like that?" Pete pointed out. The thought made Mal and Thomas's minds scurry to a whole dark place.

It really wasn't like Griffin.

"You should file a missing person's report."

Thomas's eyes widened. "What? Why would you say that, Pete?"

"Look, Thomas, he's right. We have to file a missing report. There is something wrong with him, and it's better if the authorities handle it."

The seventeen-year-old sighed.

"Yeah. I guess you're right."

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"So, you're filing this report because you haven't seen your friend in three days? Did you try his house, his phone?"

The pair nodded. "We tried everything, ma'am. We're just worried about him, you know?"

The officer nodded, and began typing something on the keyboard.

"Does he have a history of doing drugs? Suicidal thoughts?"

"... No." Thomas replied with a doubtful look.

Maybe Griffin was depressed, and he was just too good at hiding it?

"What's going on, Thomas? You seem off." Mal asked as soon as the woman left the room.

"No, I just... I don't know. Did Griffin seem, upset about something? I'm trying to remember the signs, but I can't find any."

"I don't know, Thomas... Even if he was, it's not like he was going to tell us. You know Griffin."

He ran his hand through his soft, auburn hair. Mal sent him a sympathetic smile and reached for his hand gently.

"Alright, you two, you're free to go! We'll contact you as soon as we figure something out."

The two nodded and stood up. Holding each other's hands, they soon left the police station.

"Okay, so what are we supposed to do right now?" Thomas questioned.

"Maybe we should go back to the restaurant and eat something. How about that?"

He nodded and sent her a smile. "Yeah. Thanks for caring, babe."

"Don't say that. You're my boyfriend, okay?"

They then headed to the restaurant.

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