Adopted (Markiplier x teen reader) ~Editing~

17. On the Case

Mark's pov

    When Chloe didn't come back, I got concerned and heard Chica whining. I went to the room, and opened the door. Chica was laying on Chloe's bed, very depressed, but where was Chloe.
     "Where is she?" I asked. I looked down, her phone. Texts were coming in. Something's not right.
   I felt a breeze, her window was open. I got the sense something happened to her. I called the cops.
When they arrived, I was panicking a little bit. They asked if she ran away or was taken. I said I didn't know. They asked what she looked like, and I gave them a recent picture of her. They thanked me, and were on their way out.
    I was too spoiled by this. Was this my fault? Did some fan do this? I hope not, really hope not.
    Chica and I were sitting in Chloe's room, I couldn't get the heart to leave.
I was looking at the picture of Chloe in front of a cake, surrounded by friends. I smiled remembering that day.

"Come on, Mark, come on," she said running ahead of me. I shook my head and jogged up to her.
"Would you calm down?" I joked with her. She smiled so beautifully at me. We walked into the arcade. It was Chloe's birthday. She was turning fifteen. All her friends were meeting us.
Some time passed, and I decided that it was time to blow out the candles. Everyone gathered around. Chloe stood in front of the cake. As we sang happy birthday, I noticed she had tears in her eyes. Her friends hugged her, and as she smiled. I took a picture, knowing she'd want to savor this moment.

There was knocking at the door. I was back in reality. I quickly went to answer it, thinking maybe it was Chloe or the cops. I opened the door.
"Mark?" it was Carter. "Is Chloe here? She's hasn't answered any of her texts. Everyone worried."
"I have some bad news to tell you," I sighed looking down at him. His face read worry. "Chloe has gone missing."
     I could tell he was in denial. I was too.
    "You're lying to me," he wanted to scream. I'm not sure how, but he's feeling what I was feeling. I gently pulled him into the house.
Carter started crying, and I knelt down to hug him. He hugged back crying.
"Hey," I pulled away, "I want you to go home and get some rest." He wiped his eyes.
"Why?" he asked. I smiled.
"We're gonna go find her," I said.
"Couldn't that get us in trouble?"
"Well, I know that the police are looking, but we can too," I told him, "do you need a ride home?" He nodded.
I gave Carter a ride home. He thanked me. I said I'd see him and the others tomorrow. They know Chloe just as well as I do.