The Billionaire's Deal (BWWM)

6.

Song- I'm in Control by Aluna George ft. Popcaan

Clara.

I feel so alone.

I've been locked into this room like I'm some wild animal.

You punched him, remember?

I walked around the room. There were no books, nor any form of entertainmen- wait!

I picked up the music player and saw that there were a few CDs. I smiled. At least I'll get to sing.

I put in one of the CDs and "I'm in Control" by Aluna George ft. Popcaan came on. Using an old hairbrush I found on the counter I began singing. Some more songs came on, but after a while it got boring and I turned off the music.

I sighed in frustration as I paced around the room. My phone had been taken away by the asshole, "so that I don't call anyone." They lucky they took my phone, Aaron would've killed them.

Aaron.

I miss him already. He must be worried sick about me, probably searching the streets for me.

Aaron.

"The fuck you mean you can't find her?" I yelled in anger.

I was sitting in the police station, where this dumbass of an officer was giving me a long ass lecture.

"Listen, Mr. Thronen, we searched everywhere for her. She's probably dead by now."

Melissa burst into tears and I grabbed the officer by his uniform.

"That's my sister you're talking about so watch your mouth with that word!"

"What's going on in here? Let go of him!" yelled another officer.

I let go of him and watched as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

I sighed. It has been a week since Clara disappeared. I know her too well, had she left she would've called me. But she didn't answer my call. She never does that.

I pulled Melissa close to me and held her tightly as she sobbed.

"It's my fault, I should've taken care of her."

I held her chin up and looked into her saddened, tear stricken eyes.

"It's not your fault, so stop blaming yourself. It just happened to be the wrong time."

"But still..." she hugged me and began crying.

I felt it for Mel, after all her and Clara go way back. She hardly got any sleep for the past couple of days, all she does is stay up and cry her eyes out. She's become a ghost of herself, only moving and talking when necessary. I mean I complain that she talks too much but she talks far too less now. It's like when Clara left, Mel left too.

Clara, where are you?
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"What?!!!" yelled Dad.

We were in Dad's house and I was filling him in on what happened to Clara.

"And you telling me this now?! I told you to take care of her?! You can't do anything right!!"

I rise from my chair. "Look, I'm not here to listen to your 'suddenly caring father' speech, all I'm here to tell you is that Clara is missing, I filed a report at the station and if they get any news they'll let me know."

"So you depending on the cops now?" asked my annoying aunt.

"Now, who lied to you? I'm not depending on them. I'm letting them do their constitutional duty as enforcers of the law, but imma do my own thing."