Liz grabbed the wine bottle by her hand. Walked over to the door.
Ding-dong.
Liz was ready to hit someone. She reached for the handle, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
"Liz! Are you ok?"
It was Taylor.
"Oh my God, you scared me!"
"Sorry...I just had to come over. You both seemed really scared. And I can tell you still are scared." she was looking at the bottle in Liz's hand.
"Ya sorry, I didn't know who you were."
"It's ok. Is Megan alright?"
Ya she upstairs taking a bath. You wanna come in?"
Taylor walked in. They both went into the living room and sat on the couch.
"Would you like something to drink?" Liz asked Taylor.
"No I'm fine, but thank you."
"I don't know what to do, Tay...I'm so scared for Megan. And I know the police know and things, but I just don't know who's behind this. I want to ask Megan if she has any idea who might be doing this but...I honestly don't think she even knows."
"Ya...you guys got so many fans. But does anyone come to mind that might be doing this? Just think Liz."
Liz thought hard...but nothing was coming to her.
"No, Tay, I can't think of anyone who'd want Megan that badly."
They both just sat there without saying anything. It was quiet. Too quiet.
"I better go check on Megan. Would you excuse me, Tay?"
Taylor nodded.
Liz walked out of the room. Headed up the stairs. Reached for the bathroom door handle. Opened it just a crack.
"Meg you ok?"
No response.
"Megan?"
Still nothing.
Liz opened the door all the way. Looked around and Megan wasn't nowhere to be seen. Liz looked around. The bathtub was full, but no Megan. Then she looked at the window it was open, but just barely. Liz was freaking out. Then she saw a piece of paper on the window. She grabbed it. It was a note. It said: Maybe, Possibly you'll find her? No. You. Can't.
