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"Why on earth would I stalk you?" He cocks a brow at me.
This cocky fucker.
"How would I know?" This conversation is getting nowhere. It only exhausted and annoyed me.
"You should have checked the road properly before exhibiting the act...
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I pull into Skylar's driveway and step out of my car immediately, not caring to lock it. The front door was unlocked when I opened it causing me to mindlessly suck my teeth in.
Skylar stays alone and doesn't even lock her door.
What if some creep walks in or worse?
The thought of it only fuels my anger, adding to the one a bunch of randos caused on the way here that made me take extra time on the road.
Of all days, they decided to drink and drive today.
I walk into the house and my face instantly falls. The lights in the living room are turned on, concluding the fact that Skylar might've just arrived not too long ago.
But what is more confusing is her clothes laying on the ground. The clothes I saw she had on earlier.
"Skylar!" My voice echos around the house in rising worry. My steps loud and hard on the marble floor as I stride through the familiar home.
Figured Brooke isn't home because he would've barked or something.
"Skylar!" Fear begins arising in me when I get back no response from her.
I start checking different areas of the house. She isn't in her bedroom, same as the other rooms. There's no sign of her in the living room or anywhere inside.
Hope fills me as I make my way outside. She's normally out there when she's down— I've noticed. I slide the glass door open, but to crush my little hope, I didn't find her there either.
"Skylar." I whisper, unclenching and clenching my fist mindlessly.
"Where are you?" My words were barely heard. I dig my fingers down my hair for the hundredth time.
I remember I haven't checked two parts in the house. I walk back in, taking long strides towards the rooms I'm hoping so badly I'll find her in.
I twist the door knob and turn on the lights. The red safe light instantly illuminates the Darkroom. I don't need to scan the obvious empty space. Skylar isn't in the Darkroom either.
Although, sadness dawns on me when I notice how this place still looks exactly the same. I checked the painting room as well, but I didn't find her still.
Where could she be? If her clothes are here, then she has to be here. Why are her clothes on the floor in the first place?
I sigh in frustration, resting the palm of my hand against the wall. My chest starts rising and falling in an unsteady pace.
