Bianca's POV
"Where the fuck, is she?" Her dad asked.
"I don't know, I can't find her." I said hoping that he couldn't read the lie right off of my face. "I looked for her everywhere, its like when Wesley said something about you she just disappeared!" Yea, just disappeared to behind the door.
Wesley looked calmly at Blake's Father.
"Mr. Pearson, I don't know where she is, and Bianca has looked all over the house, and we can't find her, I don't know what to tell you, sir." Wesley said, way more calmly then I would ever had been able to pull off.
"Give me a damn phone call when you find her! And if you don't, I'll be back!" He yelled at us.
"He's a nutjob." Wesley said after he closed the door.
But when Wesley closed the door and revealed Blake to us, she didn't look terrified at all. She acted like she saw this every day, and who knows, she probably did.
"Oh, and by the way before my sick excuse of a dad came, I found the Cubs playing." Blake said.
"Oh, great for you!" Wesley says sarcastically.
We went to go watch Blake's beloved Cubbies for a while before Wesley turned it to the news.
"Hey, I'm gonna go get food." Blake announced, "What do ya want?"
"Pizza" Wesley said.
"Chinese." I said.
"Nevermind, Chinese." Wesley said.
I smiled.
"Ok."
Right after Blake left a new segment came up on the news, I read, "MAN KILLED IN CAR CRASH NOT AN HOUR AGO."
I knew exactly who that was.
Shit!
