A/N: This chapter wouldn't exist if Happiness_IsA_Beatle hadn't given me the idea for it! So, I dedicated this chapter to her!
Thank you all for those who are still reading!
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Collin’s POV:
Mercy left the house in shambles, and I kicked the crazy girl out of my house. She was still pounding on the door and I just sunk. What was I supposed to do?
It seemed like everything started falling apart when they went missing. When I listen to their music, it’s just not the same knowing that they could be gone forever. I try to talk to Mercy about it, but she just doesn’t love them like I do.
It’s been almost six days. They say the probability of solving these kinds of cases go down after the first 48 hours. I run my hand through my hair and let out some nervous laughter. I’m a nearly grown man worrying about the safety of my favorite band.
I walk into my kitchen and throw open the fridge, grabbing a beer. I’m usually not a heavy drinker, but I drank the six-pack like it was nothing.
I don’t know what to do anymore.
Cynthia’s POV:
I sit on my bed as night crept in. I had my face buried in my hand, and Julian kept crying for his dad. How am I supposed to tell him his dad is gone when he’s old enough to understand? The police don’t even have any leads. The girl who had his car towed was clean, and they searched her house!
Julian was still crying.
I put my head into my pillow and scream. Why was this happening? Where is John? Who the hell would do this?
I hear the phone ring. I lift my head off my pillow and wipe away the tears I didn’t realize were there. I answer it. “H-hello?”
“Cynthia, it’s you dad.”
“Oh, hey d-dad.”
“Are you okay? With all that’s going on…”
“No, dad, please come over. Please!” I beg into the phone as more tears run down my face.
“I’ll be right over sweetie,” he said and hung up. I threw my head back into my pillow and screamed a little more.
Jane’s POV:
Oh no. Oh no.
It’s been five days.
Five!
I just started dating Paul not that long ago, and then he goes missing? Is this some sort of sign?
This can’t be right. There is some foul play here. No one has called and demanded ransom, and the police have absolutely no leads. The fans are already losing hope.
To tell the truth, so am I.
Still, I am an actress. I smile and laugh in front of cameras, after all, it is my job. Its beginning to get harder and harder, and pretty soon, he police will stop looking.
The hype will die down.
No one will be looking for them anymore.
I take a glass from the kitchen and throw it at the wall. I scream and sink to the floor. Since I still live with my parents, they come down and see me crying on the floor. “Jane!” My mom cries. “Are you okay?”
“I’m not okay mom!” I yell. “It’s been too long!”
“It’s been five days sweetie…”
“Mom!” I yell. I just bury my head in my knees and lose it.
Pattie’s POV:
I can’t help but feel responsible.
The night he disappeared, we got into a fight and he left. He was going to leave anyways, and I suspected he was cheating. I don’t want him to remember me like that.
What am I supposed to do? I feel completely useless. I didn’t know where he was going. I don’t remember if he said where he was going.
I pace around my small apartment. I feel like running away myself, but the police doesn’t need the extra commotion. “George!” I scream throughout my empty house. “Please be alive George! I love you! George!” I keep screaming.
My next door neighbor, who also happens to be a great friend, knocks on my door. I’m crying as I answer it. “Pattie, are you okay?” She asks while looking at me.
“Does it look like I’m okay?” I ask her. I fall to the floor and can’t stop crying. “What if he’s dead? He can’t be dead! George!” I begin screaming again.
My friend covers my mouth and says “Let’s stop the screaming for tonight. I’ll make you some tea.” I nod, and as she gets up, all I do is whisper “What if…”
Maureen’s POV:
I can’t hold it back any longer.
I jump into the shower and start crying, not able to stop. I can’t tell if it’s tears or water covering me anymore.
Why take him? Why them?
Well, I can say they have great taste in guys. Still, don’t take them!
I wonder if he’s okay.
I wonder if he misses me.
What if he’s dead?
What if he just ran away with another girl?
What if he doesn’t care anymore?
My hair is falling out from all the stress. I can’t focus on my job, and I sure as hell can’t focus on everyday life. It seems like everything is falling apart. I can’t open my mouth to someone without letting out a sob.
What are they doing to him?
Is he okay?
I can’t help but worry. I don’t even know how long I’m in there, but long enough to make my hands look like prunes. I keep nervously scratching at my hand, and now it won’t stop bleeding.
I wrap a towel around me and look in the mirror and see my eyes shining because of the tears.
What has become of me?
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