Tragedy

Tragedy:29:

*Bella*

8:14 AM

I stirred, stretching myself out in bed and looked to the side, frowning at the empty spot in bed beside me.

He never came up last night.

I pushed myself up, rubbing my eyes and lifted my feet over the bed.

I guess he just slept downstairs last night. Considering out how pissed I was at him, he probably would have just not even bothered to come upstairs.

I opened up the bedroom door after getting up, tiptoeing down the hallway and to the top of the stairs.

"Justin?" I said, walking down the stairs with a hand over my belly, making my way to the living room when he didn't answer.

"Justin?" I tried again, the volume of my voice a little louder this time.

I entered the living room, but it was just how we had left it yesterday.

I went to the kitchen next - which was empty, and after that, down into the basement where he had started his own home gym.

Everything was moved around, so he had definitely been down here.

He left an empty gatorade bottle by his pull up machine.

Where was he?

I went back upstairs, checking all the rooms before I grabbed my phone, going to my messages to send him a text message.

To Justin: Where are you??

I waited, watching for the message to say Delivered, but that didn't happen.

Then I called, praying that that would go through.

"Hi, it's Justin, sorry I missed your call. I'll call you back as soon as I can-"

I hung up, quickly walking down the stairs and checked the alarm that was set.

Then I opened up the door to the garage, seeing my car, but Justin's was gone.

Oh my god.

Where is he?

I called Julie, pacing back and forth as I went back inside, biting down on my thumbnail.

"Hey, Bella. How is everything?"

"I don't know..." I trailed off in a panic, walking over to the tv. "Have you heard from Justin?"

"What? No? Is he not home?"

"No." I shook my head, turning the tv on and sat on the edge of the couch. "He never came up to bed last night. We were fighting, and I shut myself in my room, but his car is gone - and his phone is off. I don't see a note or anything-"

"FBI agents are now searching the east coast for Manny Gonzalez. Reports from last night found Gonzalez's van by Newark International Airport. There's reason to believe that he might be in Maryland or Deleware. Police are searching several abandoned warehouses in the area, several members of the local drug cartel have already been arrested-"

I thought I was going to be sick.

There was an image of Justin with Agent Bauer and other agents in SWAT gear, a shoot out occuring between them and they gang members inside.

Oh my god.

He left.

He went to the east coast. He didn't tell me. He didn't say goodbye.

He left me.

"Bella? Bella are you okay?"

"He left." I whispered, my lip quickly quivering as the back of my throat starting to burn. "H-He's on the east coast helping the police a-and-"