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Chapter 62: What's happening?

George POV.

I knew that something was wrong before we even got onto my street. The good mood that I was in after having gone away with the blond for the week instantly shattered, and it didn’t get any better when I saw the police cars lined up outside my house. What had happened while I was away? Where is Wilbur?

Clay’s lips were pressed into a straight line, his eyes wide as we slowed just shy of where the police tape was, noting the small crowd of my neighbours standing around outside.trying to see for themselves what was going on. The moment the car had slowed to a stop I jumped out and ran over to the tape, going under it without hesitation.

A police officer instantly came over to me. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask that you return to the other side of the tape.” He spoke in a firm tone. “We don’t want anyone tampering with the crime scene.”
“Crime scene? What crime scene?” I asked. “This is my house.”

“You’re the owner?” The officer asked. “Since one of our suspects, a man called Wilbur Soot, said that he was watching the house for his friend who was away. Is that what happened?”
“Yes it is what happened.” I responded. “Wilbur isn’t a suspect. He’s just an idiot, and my best friend.”

“What’s going on George?” Clay asked as he walked behind us, also neglecting the fact we were meant to stay behind the police tape.
“Is he with you?” The officer asked, not looking at the blond standing behind me, and I nodded.

“Some items were reported stolen this morning. There was a break-in and your friend Wilbur called us to report it.” The officer informed us, beginning to walk towards the house. “We weren’t able to contact you.”
“Sorry about that.” I responded. “I accidently packed my phone in my suitcase.”

“Would you mind if we asked you and your friend to look around for any stolen items and then ask you some questions inside?” The officer questioned as we walked through my front door and I took notice of the shattered window which led into my living room.

I didn’t answer the question as I stepped into the living room, fully expecting to see the room stripped of anything valuable, even though there wasn’t much valuable stuff in there in the first place. Much to my surprise though, everything was where I had intended it to be, sitting in its proper place as though nothing had happened.

The police officer and Clay both followed after me as I wove around the police officers, checking in room after room to make sure all of my possessions were still there. With each room though, everything was there, which just put me more and more on edge as I worked my way down the hallway to my bedroom.

“Maybe they didn’t steal anything.” Clay suggested as he followed after me, his eyes furrowed as he said that. “They could have come in but Wilbur turned up before they grabbed anything.”
“Maybe.” I responded, although I didn’t believe it. After all, there was one thing that people would try to steal which was sitting in my bedroom, the last place I had to check.

There were several officers standing around in there talking with one another as I entered with Clay and the police officer behind me. Time almost seemed to stand still as I lowered myself onto my hands and knees and looked under the bed, only to find that it wasn’t there.

‘Of course, the thing that I cared most about had been taken’ I thought as I let out a sob, feeling disappointed in myself for having lost the first gift that Clay had ever given to me. 'I'm such a stupid fucking idiot'.
“George,” Clay said softly, pulling me into a hug to try and get me to calm down. “What is it? What’s gone?” His tone remained soft and caring as he asked, only making me feel more guilty.

“It’s the necklace.” I responded. “The one that you got for me.” After explaining I forced my head into his chest so that the police officers couldn’t see me as I cried ugly tears. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry.” One of his hands moved up to brush some tears away from my face.
“George. There’s no need to apologize.” The blond responded. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“But you spent so much on it. And you gave it to me as a gift. And I was an idiot. I… I can’t just…” I cut myself off with another sob, which seemed to make the blond heartbroken.
The blond’s gaze moved away from my crying, shaking form and he looked over at the police officers in the room who were all watching the scene unfold. “Do you mind giving us a minute?”

They all nodded before walking out, and the moment they were gone I was directed to the bed. I pathetically attempted to wipe away my tears as Clay went to shut the door before returning and pulling me into a hug. As he hushed me I continued to mutter out apologies, most of which seemed to be ignored by the blond.

“George, none of this is your fault. You don’t need to apologize, okay?” His voice was soft and he rubbed my back while he held me. “But you told me that you brought a safe. After we went to the mall on our second date, the one interrupted by Monica. After we talked about safes you told me you’d buy yourself one.”

“I know, but I couldn’t afford one.” I admitted. “And I didn’t want you to feel like you had to buy me one, and I’m so sorry about the necklace…” My sobs had quietened down to sniffles and he pressed a loving kiss to my forehead.
“I don’t care about the necklace.” He responded. “I just care about you.”

His words calmed me slightly. I was still deeply upset at what had happened and Clay knew that, with his hands still rubbing over my back as I slowly dried my eyes from the tears. “We will get the necklace back, I’ll make sure of it.” He continued. “And even if I can’t, I’ll get you something just as beautiful, alright?”

I nodded at Clay, not because his words convinced me of anything, but because I knew it would make him happy. After another last comforting hug the blond stood up and smiled down at me. “So, do you want to go talk to the cops now? We could go get some McDonalds or KFC or something after to cheer you up.” He offered, and I nodded at him, hiding my true emotions.
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