The Case of the Missing Little Sister

Chapter Nineteen

Bookie's POV

I can't believe this is happening. Right now, I want to die.

I look at Tess, who enters my room, casually, as if nothing ever freaking happened. She sits down on one of the couches' and says, calmly, "Sorry for the way you were brought in here, Billie." she says and claps her hands together.

"You're not supposed to call me Billie, kiddo." I say angrily, and smirk.

"Kiddo?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Didn't hear me?" I taunt her. "Got buttons instead of ears?" I say, smugly.

"Maybe." she replies, no anger evident in her voice. Looks like she was expecting this to occur.

"Why have you got me here, Olivia?" I say, gritting my teeth.

"Tess," she corrects me and I just sigh, "Coming to that. I brought you here because of one thing really important."

"I don't have the full day, kiddo. Goddammit." I curse.

She continues, not even reacting, which just gets on my nerves, "You are helping Emily. Emily, is not supposed to do anything after what happened. I knew she would look around a bit, but I did not know she would go so crazy on this issue. She has been following me for weeks apart-"

I get up and walk towards her. I look at her in disgrace and in a swift second, my hand slaps her square across her face, "You! You asshole! What do you think? Emily cares for you like anything! And you here, just sit around making fun of her, and stopping her. Why the heck don't you just talk? She came back from her university for you, but, you are an ignorant girl. You just get this in your head. You're no queen bee. You just play with people's feelings and mess their whole goddamn life! I hope nobody gets a little sis like you!" I spit out angrily. I go out of the front door, and pass everyone.

"Emily is using you!" Someone screams behind me.

"Go to hell!" I yell and begin running. But the words echo in my head. Is Emily using me?
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Emily's POV

Why the hell is my life like this? We have no clue of where Bookie is and... I know its my fault. I shouldn't have done anything like this ever. I got too many people into this situation.

That means that I have to make Ethan quit. If he leaves me alone to do what I need to do, everyone will be safe and no one's at stake.

I get up from my bed. Its evening and a headache has plagued me all day.

"Emily!?" My mom screams.

I come down the stairs.

"Yes, Mom?" I ask weakly.

"Bookie came here looking for you, Ethan went with her to her house, you should go." My mom tells me. I grunt. Why is Ethan messing up with my new friends? He really should keep his distance. I put my coat on and dramatically exit my house.

The cold bites me instantly, causing me to stir out of laziness. I blink my tired eyes, twice, thrice, till my vision's better. I daintily walk along the footpath, not thinking twice. I almost banged into a pole!

I see Bookie's unusual, maroon postbox and immediately turn left. I slip through the backdoor and enter Bookie's room.

"Bookie." I say, smiling lightly.

"Emily." She says, not returning her smile.

"What happened?" I ask furrowing my brows, I avoid Ethan's powerful glance. God, it's hard to avoid.

I sit on her bed and listen to her story.

I look at her, dreamily, but guilty, "I'm sorry you had to go through this."

"I have no problem." She begins, "but, somebody said something, and it's paining me a lot." She says quietly. What is it? The brave Bookie never acts like this.

"And that is-?" I ask, trying to brew further conversation.

She looks up at me, squinting her eyes and then starts looking in the other direction.

"I think you're using me." She says so quickly, it almost sound like a rap. But this is no time to joke around. I look at her with sad, defeated eyes.

"I would never use you." I sat quietly, holding my hands together. I can't believe my own friend, who knew me the best, the strongest girl, I knew, would think of me like that.

"I thought over it. But it really seems like it." She says, I stay silent. Comprehending, how I should react. "Ethan, he too thinks you are just-" Angry. That is what I feel.

"You know what?" I ask coldly. "It was a mistake coming here."

I get up, get my coat and slip out of Bookie's room. I quietly exit her house. My head still throbs but I still feel betrayed.

I hear cries of laughter from the park of my neighborhood. I look at the small, yet, comforting looking park. Before I know it, I'm standing at its flowery entrance. I see a lonely swing a few yards away. Once I come close, I sit on it and sigh.

I grab my phone out of my pocket. 5.15 pm.
Oh. No. I have a long time.

I close my eyes and think. What should I do? How do I throw Ethan out of this?