Vanish: Sasha

-»3, Daze

It's 1am and I'm sitting at my desk looking at the boots. Was Addison in that much of a hurry to get out that she left her shoes? And if so then what was she running from? Xavier?

I need to stop with these questions.

Picking up one of the boots, I shook it around to hear if anything was in them. Nothing. But when I tipped them upside down, something fell out.

A little white piece of paper.

I picked it up and just looking at it. Well, Addy does like to save paper. Opening it up, I looked at the familiar hand writing. I do envy her neat cursive, that's for sure. Reading the letter left me confused.

'My Weed.'

What the hell does that mean? I know she likes to smoke but why would she carry around a slip of paper saying my weed? Is it incase she has withdrawals?

I was too tired to figure out what it meant. Before I knew it, my eyelids were becoming heavy, so I laid my head down on the desk and became engulfed by darkness.

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I awoke to the sound of my alarm going off. Sleeping on a desk isn't as comfortable when it's for the whole night. Yawning, I stretched my arms before going downstairs to get something to eat. I was expecting dad to be making toast but I was met with a empty kitchen. "Dad?" I yelled into the silence and got no answer.

A note was left on the fridge though. Was called into work. Still continuing the Addison case, please don't get into trouble. Love dad.

At least he left a note this time. He usually just leaves and I have to figure out if he's at work or out with some friends. I think with Addison gone he's just hoping I don't disappear too.

My neck hurts from lying on an awkward angle.

Rubbing my sore neck, I made myself a bowl of froot loops without milk and headed back to my room. I don't like cereal with milk. I know, I'm weird.

I sat on the middle of my bed and stared at my desk. Addison wouldn't of left a note saying 'My Weed' if it didn't mean something. So what did it mean?

Halfway through eating my cereal, it clicked. What if Addison knew that I was going to look for her, so she left a little clue and it has something to do with her weed? That's the only thing I can put it down to at the moment. Racing downstairs, put the bowl in the sink and grabbed my shoes. I can't be bothered getting changed, plus, I don't smell that bad.

When my hand touched the doorknob, there was a knock. I wasn't expecting anyone, was I?

I opened the door to find the tall black haired boy from yesterday. "Xavier?" He leaned against the door frame with a smirk.

"Wasn't expecting me, were you?" I just shook my head and looked at him confused.

"What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?" I was tempted to close the door in his face

"Your friend told me. What was his name? Peter?"

"Patrick. Look, what are you doing here? You made it pretty clear that you didn't want to help me."

"Well I changed my mind. I'm assuming Addison hasn't returned yet and you're probably getting nowhere with your little investigation." He's not letting on much, I can tell. What could have possibly happened in the past maybe twenty-two hours that made him change his mind?  "Are you going to let me help or not?"