𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗥, 𝙥.𝙡𝙖𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚. {1}.

two.

chapter 2 - unknown stranger

{September 23rd & 24th]

PAUL

THE STORM OUTSIDE had roared to an uncontrollable down pour, washing away all traces of footprints, scents, and any sign of human life. The tall, black-haired teen shook out his rain-soaked hair, pushing it back to keep the water from dripping into his eyes.

"Find anything?" A deep voice male called; arms crossed over his bare chest.

"Nah," Paul shook his head, "the rain is making it impossible to track anything, even for me."

Sam, the deep voiced male, shook his head with a sigh.

"Whatever it was, just up and disappeared,"

"No, dad, she's fine, asleep on the couch," Paul's hypersensitive ears homed into the phone conversation Jared was having with his father, "Paul and Sam are here now looking around," Paul folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the siding of the Cameron home, the overhang of the gutter system providing slight coverage from the pouring rain. The phone conversation ended with some grunts of goodbyes before the squeaky back door flung open.

"Anything?" Jared asked, rubbing his hand against his forehead.

"No," Sam shook his head, "but the rain could've washed out the scent."

Jared nodded. He looked tired and worn out, eyes drooping every now and the bags had begun to form underneath his eyes.

"Jared," Sam sighed, "you need to get some sleep."

All Jared could manage was a nod.

AYLA

The warm spray provided some life back into Ayla's bones; stream sweat dripping down her face. She sighed, running her fingers through the wet tangled mess that was her hair.

The night had been sleepless; the tree branches scratching across her window at first glance looked like a person tapping on her window, scaring her awake. Though it would have been practically impossible for anyone to tap on her window, unless of course they were Spiderman.

Reaching down Ayla grabbed her shampoo, the bottle made a noise as she attempted to squeeze some into her palm.

 "Fucking A," Ayla groaned, realizing that she was out of shampoo. 

She massaged what was in her hand into her scalp. She hummed a quiet tune, attempting to quiet her raging head, as she washed the white foam from her hair. She grabbed the matching conditioner, using it to untangle the knots that had made themselves home in Ayla's dark hair. She made sure that she was completely soap free before wrapping a towel around her body. She gingerly stepped out of the shower, careful not to slip.