Chapter 17- Run Away

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———————Chloe———————

⠀⠀Josh and I had been dating for just over a year. He had always been so sweet, so gentle, so caring. Worry for his safety, and potential scenarios of what could have happened raced through my mind at a breathtaking speed.

⠀⠀"When did you last see him?" The officer asked patiently.

⠀⠀"The day before yesterday." I muttered, our dinner together flashing through my mind.

⠀⠀"Had he been acting strange?" The officer then inquired.

⠀⠀"No, He was the same as always!" I reassured him, my eyebrows knitting together.

⠀⠀The officer nodded mutely, evidently at a lose for words. I took the silent moment as an opportunity to ask some questions.

⠀⠀"What do the police think happened to him? Are there any leads?" I asked rapidly, my voice small.

⠀⠀"We suspected he ran away, but from your answers it seems that nothing in his recent personality backs up this theory. Truthfully, we have no leads. At this point in time, we're not sure what happened." The officer said honestly.

⠀⠀I nodded, allowing a single tear to slip down my cheek before the back of my hand absorbed it's entity.

⠀⠀"That's all I need, take a moment to calm down then go back to class." The officer sympathized, offering us a reassuring smile.

⠀⠀As we scurried out of the office room, Maddie reached out and squeezed my hand sympathetically. We were walking slowly back to class when we passed my locker. I stopped and began to spin my combination into the lock.

⠀⠀"What are you doing?" Nia asked quietly.

⠀⠀"Going home." I stated, another tear finding its pathway down my cheek. My boyfriend was missing. There was no way in hell I was staying here.

⠀⠀"He'll be okay." Kendall reassured. I shook my head worriedly, more tears threatening to fall from my watering eyes. I then grabbed my bag from the small interior of my locker and raced out the front doors of the school.

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⠀⠀"You're home early." My mother, who had come home just hours earlier remarked as I stepped through the door.

⠀⠀I stood in the entry of our house, dropped my bag and finally let the tears flow freely down my cheeks.

⠀⠀My mother, at a slight loss of words over my sudden breakdown, rushed to my side and embraced me in a warm hug. I sobbed into her shoulder as I explained the conversation with the officer and the worrisome news he confessed.

⠀⠀My mother mourned with me, stroking my hair while telling me that everything would be okay. The reality of the past few days motivated my tears as they rushed from my eyes and into the soft fabric of my mother's sweater.

⠀⠀I was worried about Josh, worried that somehow Liza had gotten her hands on him. The thought scared me to death and my bones trembled with the possibility.

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