[Contains blood and mentions rape]
Demi's POV: (Her friend's daughter)
"I just can't Dems." Joanna cried into me. "One minute she was here and now she's gone!" Her sobs got louder.
"You'll find her, I'll help you, I promise." I try to comfort her but I'd too be pretty devastated if my 14 year old daughter went missing.
"B- but what is we won't?" She sniffles.
"We will, you just have to toughen up a little for now so you can find her." I whisper in her ear, trying to hold tears back myself.
Y/N was basically my daughter too. Because Joanna and I are best friends for as long as I can remember, we literally went through everything with each other.
The day she told me she was pregnant, I probably had the biggest smile on my face, knowing she chose me to be the God Mother.
When she couldn't take care of Y/N because of her work, my house was hers.
Not gonna' lie, Joanna and I had little fights because Y/N would sometimes trust me more than she would her own mother which I found strange but also heart warming.
But now, knowing she's somewhere out there, alone, at this age, it gives me anxiety.
What if something happens to her?
What if we find her but... not in the state we want her to be in?
She needs to be okay.
"I promise we'll find her."
•••
I haven't seen Joanna for weeks.
Nor have I seen Y/N.
She's still missing.
My little munchkin is out there somewhere and Joanna is doing shit all to find her.
Now I'm starting to understand why Y/N didn't trust her as much.
Joanna seems to not give a fuck.
She's drinking and when I call her to ask about any updates, she laughs and says she's too tired for it all.
How sick can you be?
I get that it's hard for her but she should be doing something, anything to find her daughter!
She hasn't even called the fucking cops!
That's why, I'm taking the matters in my own hands.
I've already called the cops and they told me that they'll send as many people as they can to find her.
I've been driving around the town, looking for her but obviously, I found nothing but disappointment.
•••
I was cleaning my house, trying to distract myself from all the chaos but got interrupted by my phone ringing.
"Hello?" I answer.
"D- Demi?" I hear a sob come through the phone.
"Y/N? Baby, is that you?" I ask, dropping my sponge.
"H- help me." She whispers. "He's c- coming."
"Oh my God, who's coming? Is he hurting you? Where are you?" I panic, feeling tears build up in my eyes, feeling so helpless and useless.
