The List (collaboration)

Chapter forty-five

(Play song when I say)
~𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕖 ℙ𝕆𝕍~
We get home and Sylvie sprints to the kitchen, we hear the fridge open and stuff moving in the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen, Sam going to the living room. "Серебро, I'll be making dinner later. Can you wait to eat?" "No, food now." "Иногда ты не выносим." Sam walks in. "Find anything good Sylvie? I'm starving." "No, dads being a little bitch and asked me to wait for him to make dinner." We hear Jake from the upstairs hall, "Michelle's making dinner tonight?! Hell yeah!" Sylvie starts laughing. "Michelle?! When did you grow boobs?! Do I have to call you mom now too?!" She cackles out. "Where your mom Sylvie?" I ask. Unamused. "I don't know, you're the one that killed her so you tell me where you dumped her body." "Don't worry about it kid." "Okay Michael. Whatever." She rolls her eyes and goes over to the bar, making a screwdriver. "Mike, Sylvie, let's not fight about dumb shit, she just got out of the hospital. Give her a break." "We were fucking around, that's why we didn't get butt hurt about it. She knew it was true but it was in a joking manner. Nothing was said to hurt the other." I end up having to explain which ruins the mood. Sylvie walk up beside me and hands me a bottle of Smirnoff. "Thanks. What do you want for dinner? Something simple or traditional food?" She nods and simply says "our favorite" and goes upstairs. I nod to myself and turn to Sam. "Sammy, why don't we go watch a movie in the theater then I'll start making dinner." "What are you going to make?" "Kiev-style kotleta" "what's that?" "Chicken Kiev." "Oh I've seen that on some cooking show." "Yeah."

~ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕓𝕪 ℙ𝕆𝕍~
Sam's still not home and I'm starting to get worried, it's getting late. What if he got caught? What if he's hurt somewhere? I put on a pair of black skinny jeans, my beanie, a black tee and my shoes. I grab my phone, headphones and vape. I leave the house and take a shortcut, I learned not too long ago, to get to an alleyway so I'm not spotted coming from the bunker. I put my headphones in and play one of the few songs I have that are slow and sad. (Play now) I start walking around and try to find him. I have to. He's all I have left, even if I shouldn't need him, I do.

~𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣~
I ended up running about an hour in and I've been running the whole time, I'm starting to panic and I can just feel myself start to black out, I have to find him before I do black out and end up killing somebody. At this point, I stop caring if cops start chasing me and start yelling, trying to find Sam. "SAM?!" I call out repeatedly, like I'm looking for a lost dog. My vision gets blurry and I try to control it but I can't, I end up blacking out with little hope that I'll find him.

Translations
Иногда ты не выносим- Sometimes I can't stand you.
A/N
lol this is short but I think it needs drama again. I'm so sorry kiddo :)