They Found Out | C.F. & O2L

Chapter 10

Kian's P.O.V.
Ricky got me a notepad and Jc threw me a pen. I entered the kitchen and went through all the cupboards. I thought of what we were going to eat for dinner today and tomorrow, possibly the day after, but we'd just have to go grocery shopping again. I looked at everything we had, what was over date and what was still eatable. I finished the list knowing Trevor and Jc, we are going to end up with a lot more food then what's on the list. I laugh at myself. "What ya laughing at?" Tyler asks me entering the kitchen. "Just knowing that they will get us a lot more food then what's on the list." I tell him and he laughs as well. "That with everyone. You're the only one who's going to keep to the list and you know it." Tyler laughs. "Yeah.. but I've got to go to the police station, otherwise I would have went myself." I tell him sadly.

I really don't want to go to the police station, but we've got no choice. It's about Connor, of course I want to find him back. I just wish he never left. I sigh and Tyler pats me on the back comfortingly, noticing my changed mood. I finish the list quickly, wanting to get out of the kitchen. I hand Trevor and Jc the list and they leave straight away. I check up on Sam once more before going upstairs to get dressed. When I'm back down, Sam is munching on a biscuit. I smile at him before calling Tyler over. "Ready?" I ask him. "As ready as a person can be for such conversations, yeah." He answers. I give him a reassuring smile and we get out of the house getting in my car. I start the engine, try to find a reasonable music station for now and drive off.

Jc's P.O.V.
We get out of my car and Trevor hands me the list Kian made for us. We enter the supermarket and walk around. Trevor gets a shopping cart and we start to make our way through the store. We get what we need. We both decided in the car that we'd make it easy for Kian by just keeping all the contents on the list. Nothing more, nothing less. It's as hard on anyone as it is. We do have fun and do irresponsible things, because that's just who we are. And also because we are trying to lift off the tense sphere. It's just hard to talk about anything, knowing that if you say one wrong thing or something connected to Connor, everything can change.

We get all the stuff we need and we want to get out of there as fast as possible. I pay for them and Trevor puts them away in bags we had taken with us from home. We both take two bags, that's how much Kian wanted us to buy, and we put them in the trunk of my car. We got in and since we've got nothing that has to be put away in freezer or refrigerator immediately, we decide on getting a Starbucks first.

We get in and get into the non-existent line. We order our drinks and take a seat in the empty store, except for two elderly couples. "Do you think we are going to find Connor?" Trevor asks me. He sounds softly, like a little kid asking their babysitters when their parents are going to come home. "I hope they do, I think they will to be honest. How hard can it be? Once they found his location, it won't be hard. We have his name, if they know where he paid, or used a phone, it won't be so hard. I even think that Kian and Tyler took Sam's phone to get the phone call he made tracked down." I tell him. He nods, not really knowing what to say. We finish our drinks slowly, but it is silent the whole time. I think neither of us knows what to say. When we do finish our drinks we get out of Starbucks and get back into my car.

On the way home I notice some silenced sobs. I take a quick look over at Trevor and find him turned away from me wiping his eyes. I frown and decide to stop somewhere to talk to him. I don't want him to enter the house while he's still crying. I take a more touristic route and I find a perfect place to park the car for a bit. When Trevor notices my actions he turns to me with a questioning look. I turn off the engine and get out of the car. Trevor slowly follows me. I lock the car and sit down on a bench nearby.

Trevor sits next to me, his legs a bit spread, arms leaning on them, his fingers interlocked and his head down. I follow his actions, to be at his height and start to talk to him. "Why were you crying?" I ask him. He shrugs his shoulders. "You're worried." He nods in response. "Why?" I ask him and he shrugs. He's not going to talk. I need to get it out of him. "You know. It's fine to be worried, everyone is. For Connor, for Sam. For everyone." I tell him. "Do you know how hard it is, hearing Sam dream. His hard breathing, his cries and whimpers as he can't seem to lay still. It's fuckin hard. It's so hard to watch him drown himself. He's not going to be okay this time. It's just not going to happen. And that's what scares me. To see him go through such amount of pain. Seeing him putting himself through it." Trevor rambles. I listen carefully to each word he speaks.