𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖙 𝖒𝖞 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙

XXVII. 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

TW: mentions of rape
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"The past is a foreign country, they do things differently there."

XVII.

D E A N

I let out a a sigh as I look at my phone for the hundredth time in the past five minutes.

I relight the candles and put the food in the oven again.

It was one hour ago that he texted me that he was almost done.

I can't help but feel worry grow in my chest, with Gustavo on the loose.

I take my keys and call Max on my way.

"Can you locate Tony's phone?", I ask him and in the next minute a location pops up on my phone.

"He's still at the club.", I mumble to myself as I press the call button.

"I told you not to call me again! Kidding, I'm not available right or maybe I don't want to talk to you who knows. Maybe try again later.", his mailbox rings through the car and I throw my phone onto the passengers seat.

Maybe he just didn't hear it over the music.

I press down on the gas, ignoring the speed limit.

I park the car and jump out of it looking at the club where Tony has to be.

I walk up to the bouncer showing him a picture, "Did this man come out of the club recently?".

"There are kids walking in and out all day, I can't remember every one.", he tells me and I sigh.

"Will this help your memory?", I press a hundred dollar bill into his hand.

"He came in a few hours ago but didn't come out.".

"Thank you.", I walk past him into the club, making my way through the crowd.

I stop at the bar showing the barkeeper his picture, "Did you see this man recently?".

He looks at the picture but shakes his head, "Sorry, I took over an hour ago. Didn't see him."

I let out a sigh thanking him before a drunk boy stops me.

"I saw him, that cute guy.", he slurs, "Went to the bathroom, talked about eating rocks."