(𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝔁 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻) //🆃🅷🅴 🅺🅸🅻🅻🅸🅽🅶 🅲🆄🆁🆂🅴//

// 🄸🅂🄰🄸🄰🄷'🅂 🄻🄸🄴 //

//Chapter 11//

TW: Cussing, Little gore, and fighting, angst?

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As you wake up next to Monty in his comfortable bed, you observe him peacefully asleep as the morning light gently filters through the window. The rhythmic movement of the blanket with each of his breaths holds your attention. Monty's strong physique and striking features fascinate you, sparking thoughts of a possible future together.

"Hey, what time is it, Y/n?" Monty asks sleepily, pulling you from your thoughts.

You check your phone and see it's already 4 in the afternoon. "It's four in the afternoon, Monty."

"Damn, yesterday was amazing," Monty remarks, rubbing your sore thighs. "I'd love to do it all over again."

"Well, Monty, I have to head home for a bit. I don't want Isaiah, my best friend, to worry," you explain.

"Isaiah? You never mentioned him before. Does he live with you?" Monty questions, a touch of jealousy in his voice.

"Yeah, but we're just friends," you reassure him.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Monty probes.

"It's not my problem if you don't believe me. Besides, we're not even dating," you snap back.

"I see. So just because we're not official, you hang out with other guys?" Monty retorts.

"No, Monty, it's not like that... Isaiah has been my best friend since second grade," you explain patiently.

"Well, maybe you should go back to Isaiah then, if he's so 'protective' of you," Monty replies, sounding annoyed.

"You're being unreasonable, Monty. I had no choice. My old house was attacked, and Isaiah offered me a safe place to stay. It was nothing romantic," you clarify, frustration creeping into your voice.

"Hmm," Monty responds disinterestedly.

"I'm leaving. I'll see you later," you say curtly.

"Bye," Monty mutters.

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Driving back to Isaiah's house, the annoyance fades with the cool air conditioning. Glancing around, you notice the house is clean but unusually quiet. Walking upstairs, you realize Isaiah isn't home. A sense of unease washes over you; he should have been there. As you look around, you realize you left your charger back at Monty's house.

Deciding to call Isaiah, you wait, but after a while, the phone goes to voicemail. He isn't picking up. Concern growing, you search his room and find a newspaper oddly tucked away.

"NICK SHEW GONE MISSING."

Your heart sinks reading the headline. Nick was Isaiah's close friend and someone you liked; now he's missing.

"Maybe Isaiah is looking for him," you think aloud.

Pacing around the room, trying to decide what to do next, it's already five in the afternoon and Isaiah should be back from work.

"That's a perfect idea," you say to yourself. You start your car and drive to Isaiah's workplace, where he crafts ambient music for movies.

As you drive toward Isaiah's workplace, worry about his whereabouts and the unsettling news of Nick's disappearance race through your mind. Isaiah worked in a company that crafted ambient music for movies, a place he often spoke passionately about. Arriving at the nondescript building nestled in a quiet industrial park, you park and hurry inside.