They Found Out | C.F. & O2L

Chapter 7

Kian's P.O.V.
I woke up from someone screaming. I looked at my alarm and it told me that it's about four in the morning. Who is screaming at freakin four in the morning. I get up and follow the sound of the person still screaming. I see others enter Connor's room and I follow them. I'm fairly awake now and I see everyone huddled around the bed. Sam's in it and he's crying hysterically. Jc gets into the bed next to him and takes Sam in his arms. He slowly takes the note from Sam's tight grasp and hands it over to Ricky. He cradles Sam into his chest and softly rocks Sam back and forth trying to calm him down. Ricky quickly scans the note and after it he holds in hand in front of his mouth in horror. I want to know what's written on the note. It can't be good. I take the note from him and start to read out loud as everyone wants to know what is wrong with Sam. When I finish the note Sam is sobbing even louder, but shaking less, so that's a plus.

I can't believe Connor would run away like that. I know he was getting bad again, but running away? Please, even for the rational person that Connor is, that's wrong. He knows it's wrong and dangerous. He could end up even more hurt. Guess I will have to make the task of finding him my main priority. I go back to my own room letting everything sink in. Connor ran away at God knows what hour and isn't going to return by himself. Sam was in his bed, most likely a nightmare as he has those more often, especially lately and when he went through what he went.

After I got dressed I went back to Connor's room. Everyone was still in there trying to calm Sam down. He is pretty upset. "Hey Sam. At what time did you go to Connor?" I ask him. He shrugs. Jc is still holding him. "And you just woke up, right?" He nods in response. "I'm gonna go out and try to find Connor." I tell the guys and before anyone can respond, I ran down the stairs and take my car keys of its hook and ran outside to my car. It's parked away about twenty meters. I'm still running towards. I unlock the car and buckle myself in before driving off. No, not speeding, because as much as I want too, I don't want to die trying to find him. Thank you very much.

I have been driving around for a while now. I finally dare to take a look at the time as I've been driving around for quite a while. It's 13:34. I'm not going to eat, not until I found Connor. I can't eat knowing he could be somewhere in a gutter. He's not going to eat, so if he doesn't, than I'm not either.

How far could he have gotten? Did he go to airport? Did he go to the train station? Where did he go? Connor, please, come back? That's the only thing I'm asking you. For now.

Jc's P.O.V.
We're still trying to calm Sam down. He's worried about Connor, hence the crying. The tears won't stop coming if the worry doesn't go away. Connor will be the only one who can calm him down. It's nothing new, Connor just has a gift in calming down people. The sphere is always very calming around Connor and he knows how to use it to calm other people down.

Troye offers to make him something small to eat, he takes it gratefully. It's about half past two. He's bound to be hungry. Everyone else is. We all get up and out of Connor's room. That's better anyways. Some distraction. Troye gets back into the kitchen and with Ricky's help they prepare something for all the other boys. Even for Kian, though no one has any idea of when he will get home. If he's getting home, we all have a feeling he won't.

When we're all eating, Sam offers to call the cops. Connor might be old enough, but he's not in the right state of mind. Neither is Sam, so we won't let him make the call. He will only lash out if they decide not to do anything. We all voted on who is going to make the call. I will have to do it. I get the phone, which was apparently in the kitchen and I look up a number on Kian's laptop. We have each other's passwords just in case. I think this is an emergency. Otherwise I'd have to get upstairs to get mine. Not gonna happen.

I got a nice lady on the phone and I explained the situation to her. She was very sorry for us and she was going to help us. Forget about the forty-eight hour rule. In order to get this exception, I had to tell her about how bad Connor is. She looked up a recent picture on social media and sent it through to other cops and people out on the streets. To look out for him and take him with them if they saw him. She also sent it to train stations and airports with his name, for if they see him or if someone buys a ticket on that name. I don't think he will. He's not that stupid. He knows he will be found if he does that.