𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘅 , 𝟴𝟬𝘀

10 = sandy valley

FRIDAY, JUNE 16th 2023

river phoenix's point of view
5 hours and 12 minutes ago

"what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, man!" the cars doors slam shut. my hands are shaking as i hold them in front of my face. luca's dried blood is on my fingertips and in between my knuckles.

jason starts up the car, the engine rumbling as he sits behind the steering wheel with a stunned, perplexed expression.

"they murdered them!" winona exclaims from the backseat. "we just walked in on a murder scene! do we call the cops? do we do something?"

"i—i don't know. i guess so," i gulp. "right?"

jason snaps out of his thoughts and quickly pats down his thighs until he finds his cellphone in one of his pockets.

my heart is hammering in my chest, as i'm sure winona's and jason's is too.

"what are you doing?" i ask, watching him raise his phone to his ear. a few seconds pass before he gives up and starts craning his neck to look behind us at the parking lot.

"kennedy. where the hell is she? she should be here by now! she said she'd be right behind us and now she isn't picking up her phone."

"do you think james was home?" i ask.

"no, she wouldn't have gone in there if he was home! especially not after what we just uncovered about him." jason shakes his head.

"oh," winona says, causing jason and i's heads to whip around.

"what?" i ask, wide eyed.

"james usually parks in the garage." winona's nose scrunches.

"you think he was home?" i ask.

"i don't know, but if he was, kennedy wouldn't have known because his car would be in the garage!"

"river?"

"yeah?" i turn to jason.

"what did luca give you?"

i pull out the crumpled up piece of paper luca gave me right before he died, "this."

jason takes it from me, looking it over with winona who's peering over the head rest.

"they're coordinates." i say, staring out the window. "how are we supposed to find coordinates?"

"we could put them into google earth."

"google?" i furrow my eyebrows. "that web browser thing?"

they nod their heads.

"it made it's own earth?"

"no." jason laughs, as if he finds my cluelessness amusing. "we'll show you, but let's head back to ken's."

"what if she's not there?" winona whispers.

"she better be, but if not," he holds up the sticky note in between his two fingers. "we have a pretty good idea of who took her and where."

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kennedy white's point of view

my heartbeat is in my ears, alongside of an annoying ringing that won't go away.

my cheek burns, i taste blood, my throat is dry, and my fingers are going numb from my wrists being bound.

james is talking to me, but his words are only ghosting through my head. i refuse to look at a man who can lie for 3 years straight.