𝑨 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝑨𝒘𝒂𝒚 - Chapter Twenty

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Hey! I just wanted to say beforehand that the times and dates of the kidnappings of each boy will be different from the movie due to the plot of the story. So I apologize!

"State your name."

"Y/n L/n."

"Today is Friday, November 18th, 1978, and currently three days after Billy Showalter's disappearance, the last time Billy was seen was when he took his dog dog out to go deliver newspapers. And the last time you saw him was Tuesday, November 15th, am I correct Ms. L/n?"

"Yes sir."

The detective leaned forward, his chocolate brown eyes scanning over your stunned, fearful  face, his thick eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"And why were the two of you hanging out?"

"...because we went on a date." You mumbled, covering your face with your cold, shaken hands. The detective hummed, jotting down some notes. The room filled with momentarily scratching form the pen's tip meeting with the paper. He finally set down the pen with a small click.

"Thank you Ms. L/n. We are done here." The detective spoke before standing up, pushing the medal chair back as it produced a loud shriek.

You stood up and immediately stormed out of the room, feeling your eyes and throat burn. You felt a lump form in your throat as tears threatened to spill out.

Your tear filled eyes trailed over to your father, whom had been waiting for you in the waiting room, his knee bouncing up and down rapidly. Once his E/c eyes landed upon you, he bolted over to you, worry evident on his aging face.

Before he could say anything, you cut him off.

"I don't want to talk about it." You mumbled tiredly, your eyes puffy and baggy, very well visible from the lack of sleep and constant crying.

Your father nodded in understanding a frown placed on his lips. He guided you out of the police station, and unlocked the truck. He hopped into the drivers seat, turning on the engine that roared with a start.

You slowly climbed into the front passengers seat, closing the door gently as your e/c eyes stared into nothingness. Your father glanced worriedly over to you before driving out of the police station's parking lot.

Feeling as if all life had been drained out of your shaken body, you leaned against the truck door, your cheek meeting with the coldness the window produced.

Several dazed minutes pass by as your father finally pulls into the driveway of the house. Immediately, you got out of the truck and rushed inside the house, leaving your father sitting there with dread eating him up inside.

You rushed into your bedroom, slamming the door before falling onto your bed. Your screams and sobs were muffled due to the fluffy, white pillow.

Suddenly, you heard a small thump, causing you to sit up with your red, tear filled eyes to frantically search the room. Your eyes landed onto a very familiar jacket that had fallen down somehow.

Choking on sobs, you dragged yourself of your bed, your knees meeting with the cold, wooden floor of your bedroom. You, with shaky hands, grabbed the jacket that once belonged to Billy.