Chapter 18- 24 Hours

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"She's what?" Darrel asked. I take a deep breath. "She's missing. We were walking home from the park and she just, disappeared. I don't know where she went. The cops can't do anything because it hasn't been twenty four hours yet. This is all my fault, I have to go keep looking for her." I said, getting ready to go. Darrel grabs my arm. "You just got here, and it's in no way your fault." he said. I look at Rob, silently pleading him to let you go. He shakes his head. "Rob I have to find her. If I find her I'll find who took her! And what if it's the same person that killed Russ? Don't you want me to find him?" I asked. He turns away so he doesn't look into my eyes, he knows that if he does then he'll let me leave. "Why have you made it your personal vendetta to find this guy?" he yelled, and he starts to turn around. Vendetta? That's a really big word that I don't know. At all. I think he sees the confusion on my face because he sighs. "Do you know what a vendetta is?" he asked. "Uh..." I'm thinking, but it's not helping. He rolls his eyes. "A personal vendetta is when you are seeking vengeance on the murderer of your relative. If you went to school, you would know this," he said. "Well it's my brother. And you can't tell me that you don't want to find who killed him. You can't tell me that you don't want justice, because if you do, you're lying." I said. I glare at him and Darrel. "And aren't you the one that told me that I don't have to go back to school?" I pressed. "I said you can wait until you're ready, not completely drop out!" he was boiling mad, I could tell. I roll my eyes. "Whatever, I'm gonna go look for her." I said, starting to leave again. Darrel grabbed my arm again, staring me in the eyes and not breaking eye contact, challenging me to try leaving again. Well challenge accepted. I pulled against his arm with all of my strength, but all it did was make his grip tighter. "Dad! Let go! And kid, sit down, I need to talk to you." Rob said, and pointed to the couch. I sigh and sit down.

He sat down next to me. "When's the last time you've slept? When's the last time you've eaten? You've been out since noon yesterday, I don't think you've done anything to care for yourself. You need to stop worrying about everybody and you need to stop blaming yourself for everything. You need to relax and take it easy and let somebody else do the worrying for a change." he said. He looks really concerned, and I don't like that. I don't even know when the last time I've done either of those things is. I remember Rob forcing me to eat a few days ago because he had extra time and he noticed I had gone about a week without eating. I think I slept two nights ago. After a few minutes of silence he spoke again. "Exactly. Now I want you to go upstairs and go to sleep. When you wake up I'll have some food that you are going to eat. Clear?" he said. He sounds pretty strict. I nod and head upstairs to the room I usually spend the night in. I still don't want to call it my room, because I don't want them to think I've invited myself to live here.

I lay down and glance at the cock. It's a little past 12:30 in the afternoon. How am I gonna sleep in the afternoon? Wait, 12:30. Emily went missing at noon yesterday. I can call the cops! They can search for her now! I spring up out of bed and reach for my phone. I dial 911 as quickly as I can. One ring... two rings... "911 what is your emergency?" "I called before about my friend going missing and you said to wait until 24 hours. Well now it's 24 hours. Emily Jones has gone missing. She has pale skin and hazel eyes with long light brown hair and she has braces with blue bands. She was last seen on the corner of Walnut and Third street, she was wearing black yoga pants, a white t-shirt, a green sweatshirt and a gray pair of boots." I practically screamed into the phone. "Alright, we'll start a search party. We'll take care of it, try not to worry too much, they'll be out shortly." the woman said. I hang up the phone and lay back down. I need to stop worrying so much, it's gonna drive me crazy. I just need to relax, and get some sleep.

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