Chapter 12: Panic-Ridden

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Damians P.O.V

“She’s not replying! Why isn’t she replying?! Aaron! She’s not replying!”

“Chill, Damian. Seriously, I’m sure Cara is alright.”

“What if she got taken away? Or got murdered?! Oh, God!”

Cara hasn’t replied. Shit, shit, shit! What's wrong with her?! She always replies to me! Where did she go?! Is she okay?!

“She’s alright, Damian. Seriously. See?” Aaron said holding up his phone to me.

A message…. To him, Sophie, and I. At least she’s alright.

“Now chill the hell out. I know you love her, but just calm down. Okay?”

“Yeah…yeah. Alright. She’s alright.”

She ran into Richie? Who the hell is Richie?

“Our old neighbour. Remember him? Little Richie, with our adventures.”

Sophie walked into the room, her mouth full while speaking.

“Wait, no way! She couldn’t have. I thought they moved to Florida or something?!”

“Nope. They’re here.”

I’m bloody awe-struck! Richie… He always liked CC, too. He won’t take her from me!

Alright.I know this is like, nothing, but I've been really lazy lately with a lot of crap. So I'll start, or try to start writing, chapter 13 as we speak. But It might be in Joshes view. I don't know. I'm drawing blanks, and might end this story and start a new one. I'm not sure yet. Anyways, I'm rambling. I will talk to you all soon!

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