Same old route (Ianthony)

chapter thirty four

Anthony POV

I woke up at 9am having an amazing 14 hour sleep. I rolled out of bed and threw a tshirt on and went downstairs. Empty. No one here. It's a sunday, where is everyone? I try calling mum, no answer. I tried calling Mark, again, no answer. I started to panic and called my grandparents, they said they hadn't seen them.  Maybe they just went to get groceries, yeah.

I started getting a bowl of cereal when my phone made a small "ding." I brought the bowl of cereal over and checked my phone, it was an email from-

414.

To Anthony Padilla,

House quiet this morning?

-414

I dropped the spoon I brought to my mouth, cereal and milk falling onto the floor as the spoon splashed into my breakfast.

What the fuck what did they do. I need to see what that bastard of my father has done. I call up the hospital and ask for his room and tell him I'm his son. They told me and I got ready, abandoning my cereal and getting the bus.

An hour and 3 buses later I arrived at the hospital went to the desk and asked for my fathers room again.

"Room 212." She told me. I thanked her and ran to the elevator and went to the room. I busted into the room and seen him in the bed connected to wires and more.

"Thought you couldn't see me anymore." He croaked out. Oh shit yeah I can't see him anymore, fuck it, this is important.

"Wheres my mum and Mark?" I ask through gritted teeth standing at the bottom of the bed. He laughed weakly, "Not sure but whoever took care of them did a good job by the sounds of it." He said a smirk present on his face. "Which one of your fucking workers took them?" I ask, fury coursing through my veins. He shrugged again. I couldn't do this. I barged out the room and went home.

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Once home I whipped out my phone and called the police.

"LAPD officer Lawrence how can I help you."

"I would like to report a case of two missing people." I rush out

"What are the names of these people?"

(A/N sorry if i already mentioned their names but ive forgot so if they're wrong dont attack me)

"Amy Padilla and Mark Davids, I also have reason to believe who would have done it."

"Alright who do you think it was?"

(A/N again w the name sorry if its wrong)

"Adam Padilla, he's my father he left when i was 2 because he went to jail I believe he has connections to people who would have done it."

"Okay I've took note can we have a physical description to the missing persons?"

"Amy is around 5'4 light blonde hair, brown eyes, and with pale skin. Mark is around 6'0 dark brown hair with slight stubble with dark brown eyes and olive skin."

"Alright can I have your name, relations to the missing persons, age and where they were last spotted."

"I'm Anthony Padilla, I'm Amy's son and Marks step-son and I seen them last at my house which is 543 Grange Road a white house."

"Alright we'll get onto it expect some officers to arrive at the house later on today, we will also speak to Adam Padilla."

"Thank you so much"

"No problem have a good and safe day."

I hung up and broke down crying, nothing is going right. I need to find my parents, get the tribe out the museum and back to their home, I need to see the boy again, just so much is happening.

Okay pull yourself together Padilla and figure out a plan.

(A/N ayyy thanks so much for reading this all 4 of you

i almost deleted this when i was trying to publish this lol that would be a bant)