Wished

16. Gone

Newal's P.O.V

It's my fault. I told her that I'd take care of dinner. And now she's gone. Bloody hell, she's gone and it's all my fault.

I figured she was up in her tree, but when I went out to look for her, she was gone.

We searched every single inch of the house, and didn't find her, or any clue of where she went. But, we know.

I lean my head against the coffee table, and shut my eyes. This is insane, really bloody insane.

"So she's gone! They took her!" Toby yells, looking around at us. "God damnit! What the hell are we doing? We are goddamned teenagers! Not police, or the F.B.I! We're gonna get ourselves all fucking killed!"

I look up at him, shaking my head. "We're closer to figuring this out than the police! Don't you understand that Toby! What we're doing is for the safety of everyone else!"

"What about our safety?" Toby retaliates.

"I don't care about our shucking safety right now! We just need Arabella back! Bloody hell, we have to find her! Why are we here screaming at each other like freaking children when we should be working together to find Arabella? Toby, you've been friends with her for years! You should be helping! All of us need to start looking!"

I look around at everyone, who have been silent the whole time. I see pain in everyone's eyes, and I know it's  reflected back in my own. Some of these people, like me, didn't even know Arabella a few weeks ago. But, even they have become close friends with her. It's hard not to honestly. She is so kind and caring, and doesn't hold grudges, or ever really get mad to the point of screaming.

It's not hard to fall in love with her.

"Lets go then. Let's start searching." Toby says, standing up. I never believed how she said that he didn't like her. She seemed so oblivious to it. I saw it in his eyes when he looked at her, and I even felt bad that she didn't return the feelings. But, part of me is selfish, and is glad she doesn't.

Everyone is running around the house, grabbing flashlights and bandages, in case we find the worse. I pray that we don't.

We're just about to leave when suddenly I remeber I forgot something. I quickly grab the knife,  and run back to everyone else.

"Lets go." I say, and we walk out into the dark, switching on our flashlights. We split into groups of three, and Zara, Ruth and I decide to search the old abandoned houses we saw in the beginning.

Every one looks undisturbed, and are all empty and look the same as they did the first time we went through them. We search the house where we found the scarred body in, and besides for the fact that the body was gone, which we knew before, there was still nothing.

"What are we going to now?" Zara asks, fear in her voice.

"We keep looking." Ruth says, and I manage a weak smile at her.

"Yeah. We keep looking until we find her." The three of us march forward, and continue looking.

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A/N: Another short chapter, but I tried writing from Newal's p.o.v, and I think it actually turned out pretty good. Things got pretty heated, so sit back and sip your tea. Do you guys want another chapter written in his p.o.v?