𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?| Robby Keene & Eli Moskowitz [COMPLETED]

𝒙𝒙𝒊𝒊𝒊. lost & found

chapter twenty-three:
❛ lost & found ❜

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Cameron moved through the grocery store with her head bowed, the hood of her sweatshirt pulled tightly over her hair, casting shadows across her face. The bright fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, creating an almost sterile atmosphere that felt suffocating. She navigated the aisles with deliberate care, stealing furtive glances at the shoppers around her, trying to blend in while her heart raced with a mix of anxiety and determination. She knew she shouldn't be here-she was a missing person, after all-but desperation drove her to seek out some comfort food for herself and Robby.

Cameron's fingers brushed against various items as she passed: cereal boxes, frozen meals, brightly packaged snacks. She could almost taste the salty crunch of chips and the sweetness of candy that lingered in her mind. With a quick look over her shoulder, she slipped a bag of potato chips and a few candy bars into the oversized pockets of her hoodie. She felt a thrill of rebellion coursing through her veins, but it was quickly overshadowed by the fear of getting caught.

Just as she was reaching for a bottle of soda, a voice broke through her moment of stealth. "Hey! You can't just take those!" A store employee, an older man with thinning hair and a stern expression, stood a few feet away, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Cameron's heart dropped into her stomach, and a cold wave of panic washed over her. She gasped, her mind racing as she instinctively turned on her heel and bolted down the aisle. The sound of footsteps pounding behind her filled her ears, mixing with the startled gasps of customers as she dashed past them. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins, urging her to move faster.

"Stop! Thief!" shouted the employee, his voice echoing through the store.

Cameron's breath came in quick, desperate gasps as she rounded a corner, scanning for an exit. She sprinted past shelves stacked with products, her heart pounding in her chest, and then she spotted it: the sliding glass doors that led to freedom. But just as she reached them, something caught her eye-a flickering television mounted in the corner of the store.

Her feet slowed, and her breath caught in her throat. The screen displayed a news bulletin, and her heart sank as she read the words scrolling across the bottom: "Robby Keene has a warrant out for his arrest," it announced in bold letters. A picture of Robby flashed onscreen, his expression caught somewhere between defiance and fear. Then the screen shifted to her own face, labeled as missing. "Cameron LaRusso has been missing since that day two weeks ago."