Disposable Teenagers

Chapter 9: Hunting For You

Sorry it’s been a while since I have updated I hope this long chapter makes up for it :)

Shannon POV:

The bell finally rang, signalling lunchtime. I decided that I should leave school for lunch so I could walk the streets in case I saw Lewis. Besides I needed the fresh air and to be away from school jerks. I hoped to find Lewis just bunking off school, nothing serious.

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After searching the area for 40 minutes, I still hadn’t been struck with any luck. A silent tear escaped my eye as I thought about Lewis. ‘ What if something bad happened? Is his dad just keeping him in? ‘My mind was contemplating the worst possible scenarios, ‘What if he was kidnapped? Would I ever see him again? What if the bullies beat up? IS HE DEAD?’ Fuck School, I placed my books in an old abandoned phone booth and fled towards his house with additional tears blurring my vision.

Within a few minutes, I stopped outside Dunfield Cemetery, catching my breath. Never in all my life have I ran so much for so long. Breathing heavily I scanned the graveyard, looking for a young lad, with beautiful, thick hair, amongst the stones. Still no luck. I headed down the road to his house, hoping and praying that he was there safe and sound. I had no more ideas on where to look if he wasn’t there. Hoping and praying…

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“Lewis?” I called as I jogged through the overgrown garden to the front door of his house. I didn’t particularly want to see his dad but if he answered I would obviously ask him. I imagined that Lewis would answer the door and everything would be fine. “Lewis, i-its Shannon” At this point I was banging on the locked door, fists pumped with frustration.

Lewis POV:

‘Shit! There is banging on the door. Fuck off! Shit, it’s not stopping. It’s probably the police who are here to arrest me although I haven’t done anything. Fuck off. Are the curtains open? CAN PEOPLE ON THE STREET SEE HIM? No, No I shut them last night and dad never opens them. He said it was my job to make the house look like it was been lived in. I hardly ever did any gardening though.’ Crying, I searched for a hiding spot in the bathroom; the place I hadn’t left for three days. Behind the door was too obvious and there was no cupboard big enough to fit a small me. The banging continued as I hid in the bathtub; the shower curtain hiding me. Pulling my legs tight into my chest and head buried into my arms as I tried to block off my hawk-like hearing. Biting my tongue helped me to silence my crying. ‘Fuck off! I don’t want to be taken away. I don’t want to be found. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be me.’

Shannon POV:

I could hear a quiet whimpering muffle as I walked around the back of the house speaking, “It’s okay Lewis, it’s only me, Shannon”. I entered the house through a open window in the dining room. “ Lewis it’s okay, I know you’re in here, where are you? I want to help you”. The house seemed the same as it was a few days ago. Clean and tidy apart from a musky odour wafting through the house. I wondered what was creating that. He was not in the kitchen or dining room. As I walked towards the bathroom, the muffle sound increased; I was getting closer. I walked through the door, ignoring the living room, into the bathroom called Lewis’ name. Noises had stopped. There was more of a sweaty smell in there. I also noticed a large red stain on the rug and the bin was filled with crimson/brown tissues. I turned to leave when I noticed a shadow of something or rather someone, behind the shower curtain.  “Lewis?” I whispered, wiping a tear from my eye, “It’s Shannon”. I swiped the cover away revealing a waterery, panic-stricken eyes and a tear-stained face staring up to me…