Unreliable

23 - gone part one

Trigger/Content Warning: Gore, Kidnapping, Mentions of Gore, Mentions of Kidnapping, Mentions of Sexual Content (heavy chapter)

Charles' POV

"Yes, yes." I hear Max from the kitchen as I nervously walk around the living room, hoping for something, some sign on where Courtney is. Courtney has been missing since Monday, according to her Air Tag, and today is Wednesday. "Yes, her name is Courtney Hayden Wright." My nervous pacing starts getting faster and faster, because Max's call with the police officer doesn't seem to end.

"Alright, alright. Thanks, officer." Max continues before hanging up and slamming his phone on the table. "FUCK!"

"W-w-what did they say?" My voice stutters a bit after Max's anger broke out slightly. I'm pretty sure they said that they have no information on where she is and they want us to come to the Police Station.

"They said that they have no information on her," Bingo. "and they want us to come in." Bingo twice. Max's calm voice calms me down a little bit but I still fall to my knees anyway.

"Hey, hey." He runs to the carpet as soon as I collapse onto the floor, laying there, in the cold, hard quartz floor, wanting just some god damn answer.

"It's my fucking fault, Max. I caused this. I let her go out and look what fucking happened. I let her go away from my house, and look where we are. Off radar, messages don't send, calls don't forward and "Find my iPhone" isn't doing jack shit." I sob, lightly. "So, don't tell me it's not my fucking fault because it very much is." I curl up into a ball on the cold floor as Max brushes his hand through my large and fluffy hair.

"If it was your fault, Charles, they would've arrested you already." He continues brushing his soft and moist hand through my dry and fluffy hair. "You'd be laying on the cold, hard prison floor instead of a cold, hard quartz floor." Max was right, but not fully right.

"Max, they're going to put me as a suspect nonetheless, because I was her boyfriend until we broke up and then we had a fake PR Relationship which Courtney blew up after exposing to everyone that it was a PR Relationship. They're going to think that I killed her because she fucked up our relationship!"

"Charles, she's not dead. She's missing. It's not the same thing."

"Mate, it's been over 24 hours. She's probably dying from thirst right now, as we speak. She can't survive longer than 3 days without water. She's going to fucking die." I continued, curled up in a ball despite Max's attempts at lifting me up from the living room floor.

"Charles. You don't know that. You don't know if she just ran away or if she's kidnapped. Even if she was kidnapped, the kidnapper would have at least a little bit of decency and actually give her something to drink."

I scoff loudly. "You think kidnappers have decency?"

He bats an eyebrow at me and that's where I knew, I fucked up. "And how do you know that?"

"You're worthless." Nyck spits at me, looking at my blue eyes which had turned a light, glassy grey. "Don't fucking cry - I thought you could handle the truth..." He lifts up my severely wet chin.

"Fuck..." I struggle to say the next word, absolutely and crucially necessary to the conversation. "...you."

I see Nyck's face immediately turning red and his expression changing to an angry one before he slaps me hard in the face. "Don't ever say that shit to me ever again."

"Fuck... you." I retribute, fully expecting another slap in the face. But, Nyck takes me out of the chair and cuts all the ties. What the fuck is he doing? Does he want to get absolutely fucked up?