Swimming With Fangs

Chapter 36

Hey guys! 

How have you all been doing? I'm sure you're all that great that you're all excited to know what's on with the book, let's see if they'll find Leah soon, shall we? ;)

"See you in my dreams.." 

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Brooklyn~ 

"Still no clue..?" Tristan talks to Drake over the phone. 

I sigh and go sit on the bench in the park, it was dark... and chilly, I didn't want to search for dead-ends anymore... 

"Brooklyn, we'll walk some more, than go home... okay?" 

I look at my shoes and Tristan comes to sit next to me and strokes my arms. "Brook?" He asks, worried. 

"I'm starting to think we're just going towards dead-ends every turn we make, and I'm also starting to think I've lost my best friend." I feel a tear run down my cheek. 

"You've not lost her yet, we haven't tried everything." 

"You know how we met?" I ask, looking up at him. 

"Not a clue." He says. 

"My mother had let me join the swimming club when I was 10... and Carl was there, he was always working late, and then one evening... a girl walked in and Carl told us it was his daughter. Leah loved her father, and she always came to watch us from that evening on. One day, she came to me and we started talking." I sigh. "We've always been there for each other Tristan, and now... I'm failing her... and her father." 

"You haven't failed, and you wont." Tristan stands up. "We'll find her." 

"Dead or alive?" I spit back, becoming stressed. 

"Alive." He nods and leads me to the car. 

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Peyton~ 

I try ringing Tristan up, and before that, I tried my sister. But they didn't answer, I thought at least that Brook finished work in the early evening... what was going on? Both don't answer, and now I was wondering something strange happened. 

There's a knock on my door and I rush to see whose there, I open the door to find Leah standing there.

"Hey!" She smiles. 

"Hey Leah!" I take her hand and pull her in. 

"Sorry to come here without calling." Leah sighs and sits on the counter. 

I don't speak of it and go get myself and her a glass of water. 

"It's alright, I was going to call you anyway's..." I give her the water. "Have you seen Brooklyn?" 

She looks away, and I frown. "She's probably fine, I haven't seen her through." 

"And Tristan?" I cross my arms. 

Something was up.... and knowing Leah, she was good at hiding secrets and things like this... or if it's something...? 

"Haven't heard from anyone of them." She mumbles. "I guess their busy with important stuff." 

"Alright then." I sigh and take my empty glass to the sink and pause. "Hey... did you want something?" I ask her, turning to face her. "As you're here after all." 

"Could I possibly borrow some money?" 

I widen my gaze. "Pardon?" 

"I'll pay you back as soon as I can." 

I nod. "How much do you need?" 

"200 euros." 

I gasp. "Where the hell are you spending that? Prada?" I ask. 

"No... a plane ticket to France." 

I frown. "What? I don't get it.." 

"Something happened there, and I need to leave. I'll come back and pay you too." 

"You sure you're father knows about this?" I ask her, leaning over the counter. 

"He knows." She nods, but even now... I could see fear and lies with her tone and eyes.

I sigh, I couldn't say that.. 

"I'll tranfer the money to your account." I say. 

She smiles. "Thanks Pey... you are seriously doing me a great help, I owe you big." 

"Yep, you do." I laugh. "Is that all you needed?" 

"Yeah.. thank you." She gets up and then suddenly pauses, but doesn't turn to face me. "Could you keep this to yourself? Not telling Brooklyn or them?" She asks. 

I really am worried about her now... how can it be okay if she doesn't even want to let Brook know about all this? 

"I promise." 

"Thanks Peyton, see you around." She nods and shuts the front door. 

What the fuck was that... I ask myself again. I hear my phone ringing and I gasp, and go over to the phone... BROOK!? 

"Brook!?" I answer. 

"Hey, sorry I haven't answered." 

"Oh, it's fine. Where are you? Are you okay?" 

"Leah's gone missing." She states. 

I almost choke and gasp, I have to keep my deal with her a secret... dammit. 

"Wow... how come? Don't you think she's home after the time you've been looking." 

"There was a pool of blood in her bedroom... she must have been hurt and taken by someone." She sighs. 

"Holy shit.." I mumble. "What the hell...? Blood, like real blood?" 

"I think Tristan would tell me otherwise!" 

"Yeah, your right.."

"I've been looking for the whole day and half the night, and we have nothing. We even brought Tristan's sister and her boyfriend to help out..." 

She just sounds so scared and worried... I cant believe what Leah was doing? If she's okay... what's he playing at? 

"I bet she'll come around." I say. 

"I really hope so, I have to go. But I just wanted you to know I was okay... and I'm with Tristan, so I'm safe." 

"Thanks for calling." I sit on my stool and sigh. "I wish I could've been more help." 

"Bye Pey." 

"See you soon..." I say.

I put the phone away and look at the counter and Leah's glass, this was confusing. Leah left to the airport... and Brooklyn thinks she's hurt and taken? That explains why Leah told me to not tell anyone about her leaving. But why? Now I know I have to talk to Leah, I think I'll try contacting her when she's in France. It's better so she'll understand that she needs to come back.

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