The Girl who Never Noticed.

Chapter Thirty Four.

Evelyn

Chase, Charlotte, Zachary and I sat in the living room at my home, in deafening, unsettling silence. I had to get Charlie and Chase into the whole Unknown game. as they were so insistent on helping out.

Now I know that the Unknown threatened to manslaughter anyone who knows, but its pointless to take the threats seriously any more, since the chances of the beastly Unknown is just the Great James. Who's not so great.

Why did he do it?

I know I should be probably be in shock, stay in bed all day and bawl my eyes out. I mean, that's what any normal person would do.

"Oh, I've had enough of this," Charlotte snapped. "If that's the case here, then why aren't we out there hunting down James' sorry butt and sitting here?"

Chase groaned, "Charlotte, quit being annoying. She must be finding it hard to digest all this."

"Well, if I was her I would be finding it hard to stay, locked at home when my parents' killer is probably munching on his doughnut and sipping coffee, enjoying this cold weather!" 

"Charlotte-" Chase started.

"No, seriously," she stopped him, jumping up in her seat, "Eve, stop playing the victim here. The only victim are your parents, not you. You have to get your act together and come up with a plan. Instead, you'e pacing around the room, looking like a sheep."

The room went quiet for a moment, as if they expected me to burst into tears -really, i was feeling numb- and then Chase cleared his throat and leaned forward in his seat, "I-I'm really sorry for this," he glared sharply at his sister. 

"Don't be," I said. "She's right. I need to get a plan formed, as soon as I can, and solve this mess."

"Now we're talking." Charlie mumbled.

Zachary, who has been silent through all this, finally decided to engage into the conversation. 

"Okay, Charlotte. So since you're telling us to come up with a plan, why don't you go first?"

She confidently looked at each of us in the eyes and started, "we start from the beginning -our thoughts. We all say what we think about the Unknown, the texts, James himself and we go through the murder case thoroughly."

"We don't have a better idea," I quietly said. "Let's do it."

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Its almost been three hours and now we've analysed most of Unknown's cryptic movements. None of them made sense. We have no idea what our move is and its unnerving.

Chase groaned, "okay, the best thing to do is to seek justice. Let's report him to the police, that's the best we can do."

"Yeah, but we don't have proof against him," Zachary stated. "those texts can't proof that they're his."

After a moment of silence, an idea clicked, "okay, maybe no evidence he's Unknown but... we can report harassment against you, can't we?"

"Yeah but it has nothing to do with it," Zachary looked at me as i stood up and started pacing around.

"Yes, but it can buy us some time," Charlie popped in.

"And we have witnesses to prove he stabbed you," Chase finished up.

"Perfect, lets go now," Zachary's sly smirk curved his perfectly plump lips as all three stood up.

Zachary casually brought me to his chest and planted a kiss on the crown of my head and we heard Charlotte mumble "get a room, my virgin eyes." as she walked past us to get her coat.

With an eye roll from Chase, we were all out of the house and going to the police station closest to us.

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An hour later, when it had been reported and all was revealed, the officer, who we now refer to as Mr. Lawrence, was on the way to leave the station with two of his colleagues to get James in for questioning. 

"Can we come with?" I blurted.

"Listen, kid, I'm not sure that's possible but...why don't you wait here till we get him?" He kindly replied.

"Alright."

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It wasn't long before Lawrence came in with James silently striding in front of him with his shoulders.

Once they were all in, Lawrence stopped him, "you've got some people waiting for you here, kid."

He then looked up to find us all there, looking at him. 

He looked pale and tired, his cheeks hollow and his beautiful blue eyes dull from life. He looked dead. 

"You," he croaked, looking at me.

I slowly went up to him, still numb, with my feelings shoved in a box locked with a lost key. 

"Yes, me," i looked at him, stared into his soul before lowly whispering, "serves you right."

Lawrence may have gotten the hint that i didn't want to see his disgusting face, so he took him away to God knows where. And i could care less.

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A/N

ABOUT TIME REEMA. YOU MIGHT AS WELL HAVE NOT UPDATED TILL NEXT YEAR.

sorry about that and you've probably gotten sick of hearing me apologizing...

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