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Chapter XIX: Far Away

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*TJ's POV*

It's been five days and I haven't heard anything from anyone or the police. I've posted fliers everywhere and I've made phone calls to different places asking if he's been there or if they've seen her. No one hasn't heard anything. I don't know what else to do, I feel like I've done all I can but I can't give up.

The house is quiet and I'm alone. I've been sitting around hoping my phone would ring or at least something. Ever since she left I've been depressed. I can't be my normal self again, no not until she comes home. I'm exhausted and my hair is a complete mess, and I've had on the same shirt and pair of pants on since that same day I came home and found her gone. I can't cry anymore all of my tears are gone but not wasted. I don't know where to go , and I don't know where to start. I've ran out of places to drive to. I just sit here and cry. I can't believe she's done this to me.

Who was I to make you wait. I love you. I loved you long enough.

A part of me is just angry because she just left without giving me a reason and just completely ignoring how it would affect me. It kills me to know that she's out there cold and alone with no where to sleep. How is she surviving? It's a cold world out there and someone could easily come along and take advantage of her.

No matter how much I try not to think about it I become even more hurt. I hurt every night when I'm in bed by myself because she's not here to hold me and tell me that's everything is going to be okay. I ask myself these questions everyday because I want to know what possessed her to just leave. She left without even saying goodbye and she took my heart with him. All I can ask myself is why? Why would she hurt me like this? We belong together and we're meant for each other. Was my love not enough? Was I not good enough for him? for the past five days I've closed my eyes hoping to wake up and see her next to me, but no nothing has changed. Everywhere I look in this house there's a memory that we shared together, and it haunts me. It haunts me to know that she's probably not safe. I can't help but to think where she is and wondering if she's okay and if she's eating or if she's taking care if himself.

If I left this house right now I wouldn't know where to go. How would I know for sure that she's there? it's all confusing and nothing is making any sense right now. I don't understand no matter how many times I try to figure out in my mind what led to this and that letter she wrote. It's driving me crazy. I read the letter over and over trying to find out the reason behind this, but it's not coming together. It's not coming together at all.

I picked up the letter once more and read it again. I picked up my phone and snapped a picture of it and went to my Facebook app, and I posted it on there along with a status that said:

Before Bella  left she wrote me this letter and I found it on the table when I came home the same day she went missing. It has now been five days and I haven't heard anything. I'm so scared that something may or may not have happened to her, and at this point I need help finding her. She needs to come home I miss her. Please if you hear anything of her whereabouts or if you've seen her please call the police and please call me. My cell phone number is on my Facebook profile, and it is also on the fliers I posted around town. Please help me bring her home.

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After I had posted the status there was a loud knock at the door. My heart jumped when I stood up and slowly approached it hoping my prayers were answered. My heart started racing when I placed my hand around the doorknob. I suddenly jerked the door opened.

"Bella ?" I said as I quickly opened the door.

I became disappointed when it was just Rusev, Lana, and Cesaro. They all had worried looks on their faces and they were all sad. The silence was broken when Lana took me in her arms and held me tightly. I started releasing fresh tears from my eyes and I began sobbing nonstop. I couldn't help myself anymore. They all walked in and helped me to the couch. She was still holding me close and I had placed my head on his shoulder, and Logan was beside me caressing me by running his hand up and down my back. Rusev had handed me some tissue and I used it to wipe my tears away with it.