LAST FOREVER( Complete ✅️)

chapter 32 "MISSING"

As we made our way back to class, the usual buzz of chatter in the school hallways was replaced by a tense silence. Groups of students huddled together, whispering in hushed tones, their faces etched with concern. My heart began to race as a sense of dread settled in the pit of my stomach-something was definitely wrong.

Kayla and Tamara joined Sasha and me as we walked, their expressions mirroring the unease I felt. Sasha wasted no time in getting to the bottom of things, her voice filled with urgency.

"What's going on? Why is everyone acting so dramatic?" she asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

Tamara took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper as she delivered the news that sent a chill down my spine.

"Haden's gone missing," she said, her words hanging heavy in the air.

My heart dropped at the mention of Haden's name, my mind racing with a million questions. How could he be missing? I was just with him not long ago.

"What do you mean, missing?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear. "I was with him earlier on. What makes everyone so sure that he is missing?"

Tamara's expression darkened as she explained the grim details that had emerged. "They found his t-shirt in an alley, covered in blood," she said, her voice filled with dread. "And his left shoe too. The police asked his landlord if he had returned home, but they said no."

Panic surged through me like a tidal wave, my thoughts swirling with fear and uncertainty. Haden couldn't be missing-he just couldn't. I had to find him, to make sure he was okay. My heart started pounding as I thought of the worst scenarios ,what if they had taken him...what if he was-no I couldn't think like that.

Without a second thought, I turned and ran, my feet carrying me out of the school building and into the unknown. Sasha followed close behind, her presence a silent reminder that I wasn't alone in this.

As we raced through the streets, my mind raced with a million possibilities. What if something had happened to Haden? What if he was hurt or worse? I couldn't bear the thought of losing him-not now, not ever.

But amidst the chaos and uncertainty, one thing was clear-I had to find Haden, no matter what it took. And as I ran, my heart filled with a determination to bring him home,he was okay. Haden is strong ,he is tough and he is alive I kept telling myself inside my head.

As we waited anxiously outside Haden's locked door, my heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice grip. Sasha had called Tristan for help, and now we sat in tense silence, our minds racing with fear and uncertainty.

Tristan arrived soon after, his expression grim as he surveyed the scene before him. Without hesitation, he set to work, his fingers deftly picking the lock with practiced ease. The door swung open with a creak, revealing the darkened interior of Haden's home.

I felt a lump form in my throat as we stepped inside, the weight of the situation pressing down on me like a leaden blanket. Tears welled in my eyes as I admitted to Tristan that I didn't know what to do, that I was terrified of what might happen to Haden.

"I honestly don't know what to do. Even if I wanted to pay these people I don't even know where to find them or how to contact them." I said in frustration. I felt like my world was just falling apart all over again.

But Tristan's words were a balm to my frayed nerves, his reassurance a beacon of hope in the darkness. "Don't worry, Sierra," he said softly, his voice filled with determination. "We'll find a way to bring him back."

Sasha smiled as she gave me a hug. "we have got this."

"Let's start by looking for any papers ,documents or books with phone numbers. Phone numbers and addresses would help. I am sure Haden has one of the gang numbers in one of those" Tristan said as he started to look around.

I was so grateful for his presence right now it made me feel better that he seemed to know what he was doing. I smiled he would make a great detective.

Together, we searched every nook and cranny of Haden's home, our hearts pounding with each passing second. And then, just as despair threatened to consume us, Sasha's sharp eyes spotted a book tucked away in a corner-a book that held the key to our salvation.

Tristan wasted no time in dialing the numbers listed in the book, his voice steady as he negotiated with the gang members on the other end of the line. My heart raced as I listened to his words, praying that they would lead us to Haden.

"What makes you think we would be willing to hand him over?" the man with a deep voice asked. He sounded so confident and sarcastic it made my heart drop a little but Tristan looked perfectly unbothered which made me calm down a bit.

"We will double whatever he owes you but if you refuse that's fine you can keep the boy" Trsitan said with a smirk and I started to panic. I shook my head what did he mean, Sasha held my hand with a soft smile.

The man on the other line was quiet for a second then he responded "I am sending the location meet us there at exactly 12pm ,no cops and if you try anything...the boy is dead" then he hung up.

Sasha suggested involving the police, but Tristan shook his head, his expression grave. "If we do that, Haden's as good as dead," he said solemnly, his words sending a chill down my spine.

I turned to Tristan, my heart overflowing with gratitude. "Thank you," I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks. "For everything."

Tristan pulled me into a tight hug, his embrace a promise of safety and protection. "We'll get through this together," he said softly.