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                    Dear Erin,              01.12.14

Today I found out you went missing. You have been reported missing for two days now. The police have been questioning me, as I was the last person to see you before your disappearance. It's all quite scary to be honest.

Your father, Greg has swore that this being the final straw and that you are never going to be aloud back into that house. He spoke to me of all the things you have done, running away numerous times, rebelling against the law. Have you really done that? He said that he wished my ways would of rubbed off on you and that we were still friends. I wished so too, because maybe then you wouldn't of gone missing. Maybe I could of talked you through this stage you are going through, or ran away with you. Your father also told me of a lot of things he didn't understand about you, like how you tell of the voices in your head, your longing to be free, you complain every second of the friends you have now, your boyfriend cheating on you but not doing a thing about it.

I think he just doesn't see things the way you do, you are too kind of a person. I don't like your father much, he is quite the asshole if you were to ask me. He seems to forget you are his daughter. He started calling you unmentionable names and that's where I drew the line. He can not insult his daughter like that, let alone you.

I think your father no longer likes me after our words this afternoon. Oh well, at least the feelings with me mutual.

I hope you are okay, because if you weren't I don't know what I'd do with myself. Erin, where did you go? I miss you already.

Love always,     the boy next door

                          Michael Clifford