Jasmine turned to her friend, Elle. “Where do you think they went?”
Elle shrugged her shoulders, “I have no idea. Apparently the principle called each of their houses and Jocelyn’s dad picked up and said he didn’t care about her disappearance. Scarlett’s mother didn’t answer the many phone calls to her house, so they sent a cop over to check it out. Her mom was passed out drunk on the floor, no sign of Scarlett.”
Elle’s boyfriend—Leo—came up to the duo and wrapped an arm securely around Elle’s shoulders. “What are we talking about ladies?”
Elle looked up at him with love shining in her eyes. “Jocelyn and Scarlett,” she informed him.
“Oh, I heard neither of their parents gave a shit so one of the teachers had to file missing person’s reports.”
Jasmine and Elle gasped simultaneously. “That’s terrible!” Jasmine declared, aghast.
“Do you think they ran away, fed up of having neglectful parents?”
“Nah,” Leo started, “the police swept their places and came up with no evidence whatsoever. Neither of them took a single thing, if they ran away they would’ve stocked up on cash, clothing, food, and stuff like that.”
“Oh my God!” a hand flew up to Elle’s mouth, “what if they were murdered? Could somebody in this town be a killer? What if they kill me?” Elle’s voice was edging on hysteria.
Jasmine rolled her eyes, all too familiar with her friend’s overly dramatic antics. “Stop being a baby,” was her blunt response.
On the other hand, Leo was actually worried about Elle. He pulled her into a hug and murmured comforting words into her ear.
Jasmine choked back a gag. “Oh, please,” she drew out the ‘e’ to an impossible extent. “Don’t you think that if they were actually murdered they would have bodies, or even blood?” Leo shot her a glare over Elle’s glossy blonde curls.
Elle sniffled, “But what other explanation is there? Leo said they didn’t run away, even if they weren’t killed they were kidnapped or something. We either have a kidnapper or a killer in our midst. What if we all die?” her voice was getting shrill again.
Jasmine decided that a topic change was in order to stop her friend’s mini meltdown. “So, I heard Anna is pregnant.”
And just like that, Jocelyn and Scarlett’s disappearances were all but forgotten.
***
Detective Riley banged his fist on Lisa Evan’s door. His ears picked up on a string of curse words—slurred curse words. He sighed; this was the second time he had to talk to the awful woman. She didn’t even seem concerned that her only child had vanished into thin air. His partner—Detective Frost—shifted from foot to foot, trying to shove down his exasperation.
Eventually Ms. Evans opened the door, “Oh, it’s you again.” She flicked her limp, bleached hair out of her face and waved a hand for them to follow her. Detective Riley groaned, at least this trip was starting better than the last one. The woman had opened the door and practically thrown herself at him and tried to talk seductively in his ear. He had to suppress a shiver of disgust at just the memory.
“I suppose this is about that girl.” The two men were taken aback at the way Ms. Evens acted—she didn’t even act upset that Scarlett was gone.
“Yes, we want to ask you if you know anybody that would want to hurt her. Ex-boyfriend? School enemies? Spiteful relatives?” the last suggestion was pointed at Ms. Evans herself.
Lisa snorted, “You act like I actually cared about her life. To me, she was just another mouth to feed and someone to make unneeded noise. I mean, the girl was an ungrateful little bitch. She always complained, ‘Mom, your new boyfriend tried to feel me up.’ ‘Mom, do you really have to get drunk at noon on a Monday?’ See what I mean?” the woman inquired, “Annoying little brat, I’m glad she’s gone. If she hadn’t went missing, I probably wouldn’t killer her myself.”
The detectives exchanged a glance, “We’re going to have to bring you into the station.”
***
Coach Marshall shivered as the cool Detroit breeze ruffled his hair. He let out a long string of swear words as Adam once again failed to make an appearance to practice. His star player had skipped out on him and he was pissed.
“Briggs!” Coach Marshall called out.
Derek Briggs jogged off the field while he rubbed the hem of his jersey of his face to remove the majority of the sweat, “Yeah?”
“Any word on Adam?” he questioned, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice—he wasn’t very successful.
“Nah, I swung by his place yesterday after practice and nobody came to the door. It’s weird, he hasn’t been to school the past couple days and neither has my math tutor, Kasper.”
The Coach pondered the new information. “Adam and this Kasper kid—did they have anything in common?” His father was a private investigator and he had picked up on a few things, it was kicking in now and he went into detective mode.
Derek though about it for a moment, “Adam made fun of the kid sometimes—bullied him.”
Marshall’s face twisted into a scowl. Well that doesn’t help me any, he thought. He waved Briggs away, contemplating whether he was being paranoid, or if something really did happen to the boys.
The whole football team was twittering about the possibilities of what could have happened to their best player.
Not a single one got close to the truth.
***
Okay, so I just thought I would have a chapter that shows what going on back in all the characters homes. Hope you guys liked it! And if you did please vote and comment, I love anybody who's actually reading this story, you guys are awsome.
The song on the side has nothing to do with the chapter, but I was listening to it while writing this.
And sorry about the spacing on this chapter, Wattpad won't let me fix it. Or maybe it will and I'm just being my regulat computer illiterate self, it's probably the latter.
Until next time,
~Regan
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