MISSING (wolfhard!)

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Finn's POV:

"Get up! You gotta stop being sad and depressed!" Jaedan screamed as he barged into my room, waking me up. "Is Nick up?" I asked. "No, why?" he furrowed his eyebrows. "See even Nick is mourning!" I exclaimed, immediately covering my mouth as the word 'mourning' came out. 

"Mourning? What for?" he asked even more confused. "Did I say mourning? I meant depressed." I chuckled nervously. "Don't lie to me Finn!" he exclaimed. "It's nothing. Forget it." I dodged. "Fine, but I'm getting my answer. Hurry up and get ready, we've gotta go to set!" he retorted. I sighed and got up. 

-After filming-

We were all waiting in the lounge room, waiting for the ubers to come to take us to dinner. Jaedan was still annoying me about the incident earlier, and it was getting on my nerves. It drove me nuts. I was currently scrolling through Instagram and Jaedan was still bombarding me with questions. 

But one hit hard. "Is your girlfriend dead?" He joked. "NO! SHE'S NOT FUCKING DEAD! AND SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND! SHE JUST MEANS A FUCKING LOT TO ME!" I screamed, pushing him. "What the hell Finn! No need to get physical!" he exclaimed. "I HOPE YOU'RE FUCKING HAPPY THAT YOU JUST PUSHED THE FACT THAT MY BEST FRIEND IS MISSING OUTTA ME IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE FUCKING CAST!" I added noticing everyone was watching. His face fell. "Finn, I'm so sorry." he apologized. "Yeah. well shove that sorry up your ass!" I snapped.

I ran outside, I kicked the first thing in sight which was a garbage can. "Shit!" I screamed pulling my hair. Then I broke, for the first time I let it ALL out. I always cried, but not all of the pain, worry, sorrow, and fear was gone. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." I sobbed with my elbows resting on my folded knees and my face in my hands.

Suddenly the door opened. It was Jack. "What just happened? Are you okay?" he questioned squatting in front of me. I just shook my head. "Everything is gonna be okay." he told me sitting next to me. "Want to talk about it?" he asked. I stayed quiet and so did he.

This is what I needed, someone to listen. "When I was born, my mom's best friend had a baby too. Her name was Angelina. Angel was my best friend growing up, we did everything together. Hell, my very first memories are with her." I smiled. "Three years ago, I went to the skate park, I came back home, and everything seemed normal, but mom got a phone call." I started to cry again. "It was Angel's dad. Mom got worried and started crying while she was on the call. She told me to go to the car, but she didn't tell me anything. While we were on the way to Angel's house, she told me that Angel went missing." Jack gasped. "That day we all went to look for her, and I fell asleep on her bed crying and hoping she was okay." I ended the story full on sobbing, but I wasn't done.

"I worry because she's my best friend and I love her so much, but I don't know if she's being tortured or if she's dead. I don't know how the person who has her is dealing with her. For all I fucking know, she could be abused, raped, or even dead!" I exclaimed. 

Jack didn't promise me everything was going to be okay, because he knew he couldn't. He just was there, and I was thankful that he wasn't promising me things that will be broken. I hated being given false hope, because the more I hoped, the worse the pain was, knowing I was wrong.