French Heartbreakers

Chasing Time

Author's POV:
The next day, Laurent invited Mya, Denise and Fiona over his house for a special meeting. As everyone gathered in the living room, Laurent stood in front of the large flat screen tv and said,

"I want thank you all for coming. I have an exclusive video to show you. So, get your drink and snacks and enjoy."

Larry looked at Laurent with a raised eyebrow. Even Larry didn't know what the video was about. Laurent sat next to Fiona and pressed play on the remote. They saw a car driving on a dark road from a dashboard view.

"Uh, Laurent, what movie is this?" Larry asked.
"I call it, Operation: Candice." Laurent replied with a smirk.
"Oh my god, you have a dash camera in your car?" Denise asked in shock.
"I sure do. Now, watch what happens." Laurent replied.

When they saw Laurent chasing Candice with his car, everyone bursted out laughing. Larry laughed so hard, he was in tears. Fiona fell off the couch and was still laughing. After the video ended, Laurent took a bow as they clapped and cheered Laurent on a job well done.

For the last few days, Les Twins were busy doing workshops and performances in Brazil. Laurent kept in touch with Fiona everyday. But for some reason, Larry was having trouble getting a hold to Mya. Larry used all form of communication possible and still haven't heard from her. He began to worry. He even called Denise to see if she's spoken to Mya. But Denise haven't.

Larry went by Mya's jobs asked about her. He boss told Larry she had the day off. Then, Larry drove to Mya's apartment. He knocked a few times on the door. And there was no answer. Larry called again as he stood in front of the door.

Larry thought it was so odd that he could hear her phone ringing from inside her place. And yet still Mya wasn't answering her phone. Larry started to search the edges of the door for a possible spare key. Larry looked down a saw a piece of paper on the ground. He picked it up and read it. It was a receipt of an appointment. As he confusingly looked up, a car pulled up in front of the apartment building.

Larry rolled his eyes as he watched Mr. Harris marching towards him.

"Larry! Where's my daughter?" Mr. Harris demanded.
"Mr. Harris, I don't know." Larry sadly replied.
"You mean to tell me, my baby girl is knocked up by you and you don't even know where she is?!" Mr. Harris yelled.
"Mr. Harris, I don't have time for this. I'm trying to figure that out now." Larry replied as he gritted his teeth.
"What's that?" Mr. Harris asked and snatched the paper from Larry.
"I don't know...maybe a doctor's appointment." Larry guessed.
"But why wouldn't she tell you about it, if it's not a big deal? Something is wrong. I can feel it." Mr. Harris mentioned.

The paper had a number but no address. Mr. Harris called the number and waited.

"Hello, you have reached Mary's Garden women clinic. All doctors are unavailable at this time. Please leave your name and number and we'll return your call as soon as possible. Thank you." The answering machine said.
"What they say?" Larry anxiously asked.
"It went to voicemail. She mentioned an Mary's garden." Mr. Harris replied.

Larry and Mr.Harris was still confused. So, Larry googled it. What Larry found made his jaw drop.

"What? What is it boy?" Mr. Harris anxiously asked.
"Mary's Garden is a women's clinic! Oh no...they do abortions there. We gotta go now!" Larry yelled and ran down the stairs.

Mr. Harris followed him. As soon as Larry got in his car, Mr. Harris sat in the passenger seat.

"Mr. Harris...what are you doing?" Larry questioned.
"I'm going with you." Mr. Harris replied.
"You got a car." Larry reminded him.
"I know that. But it's your fault this is happening. So, that means we'll be using your gas. Now let's go!" Mr. Harris explained.