Is This True?

Chapter 31

It didn't take me long to find him.

For the past couple of hours, I had been frantically searching for Scott all over town. I mean, it wasn't like he was a kid who couldn't take care of himself, but once we had made the trek back to Chelsea's house, he just suddenly disappeared. I wasn't gone for more than five minutes gathering some of our leftover evidence from the upstairs when I retreated back to the kitchen to find a messy handwritten note on the counter from Scott.

It read: "I need some time alone. Please don't follow me."

And with that, I reached for my car keys that I laid on the counter beforehand, however; they were not there where I presumedly had left them. 

"Oh, Scott." I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a small groan. "Why did you take my keys?"

He didn't want me to follow him. Of course.

However, not only did he take my keys, but he took my car. My beautiful blue Mustang.

"Of course, you did." I stood outside on the front step of the porch and rested my hands on my hips. Not only was I frustrated, but I was a little worried. I knew how Scott got when he was stressed and needed time alone. He was like a time-ticking bomb just waiting to go off. Plus, he thought rather irrational things, and I didn't want him to do anything stupid. But where would he go?

After all the trauma we went through, where could he possibly go? 

As I was riding aimlessly in the back of a taxi all over town, however; a thought suddenly popped into my head. The cemetery. Of course. After all that we have been through, the cemetery would be the spot. It just had to be. Even if they had an awful, untimely death, it would be the spot where his parents peacefully rested; and I could only imagine he would want to be close to them.

Shutting the taxi car door closed, I apologized to the driver for the long trip and quickly paid my bill, not even bothering to pick up some of the fallen change that slipped through my fingers. 

My boots softly trotted through the soft tufts of green grass as I hurriedly scanned the open area. Shielding my eyes from the bright sun, I could tell it was almost evening--the sun was beginning to set. 

My eyes grazed over the smooth tops of the gravestones, looking for anyone who could be seen, but to my avail, it looked as if there were no one visiting today. Perhaps, it was because it was near the evening, and the chilly air was starting to creep in. I zipped the zipper of my jacket closer to my neck once I felt the cold breeze of the wind rush through my clothes.

I sure hope Scott was nearby. Or I sure hope he was even here in the first place. I wouldn't know where else to look if he weren't.

However, it was about another ten minutes before I finally spotted someone. From the distance, it looked to be like a man standing over two separate graves. I was going to ask the man if he had seen another man--Scott--but that's when I realized, it was Scott.

I found him. Bingo.

Walking over slowly not to disturb him, I tried to make my presence known at least so not to scare him if he turned to see me. However, a branch beneath my feet snapped, and I knew Scott knew I was here.

"Scott--" I cleared my throat quietly, my mouth quivering to find the right words. "—I've been looking all over for you."

He didn't say a word nor acknowledge my presence as he kept staring back at the object he was staring at. 

A grave.

"What are you doing here?" I bravely asked deciding to see what he was engrossed in. Indeed, it was a grave, the names of whom sounding extremely familiar.