𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 [𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒚 𝑿 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓] DISCONTINUED

8

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I woke up, feeling unsettled. I stepped
on the cold carpeted floor and began to walk towards the door. I remembered what exactly happend last night, what was all that screaming and panicking? Did they kidnapped someone again? Did they do shits that's worse than they've done again, last night? I opened the door and descended down the stairs.

I saw the same people from the same days, as I got in the living room. They all looked at me as if I did something wrong, but I didn't. What did they expect? That I'm just gonna sit here and be like, 'oh I like being kidnap because I haven't been kidnap before and this is a wonderful experience,' hell to the no. I stood there begin to grimaced at Jack's.

Then I look at Zach, I don't know what's going on inside that brain of his, and I don't wanna find out. I look at Corbyn who's been looking at his phone while Jonah over here is reading the daily news while sipping coffee.

I crossed my arms and let out a sigh, where's Daniel? I thought, not that I'm looking for him but something's fishy here. I unsteadily look at the table and twisted my brows.

"If you're looking for Daniel, he's at the back yard, use the back door." Jonah answered while not looking at me. How the hell did he knew? He didn't even took a glance at me.

"I'm not look--" He cut me off with a glare.

I swallowed down and begin to shut my mouth. I fiddled with fingers and look at my dry hands.

"You might wanna find him, and see what's he's up to"

What? Why should I? I thought.

"Or you could escape and be with your homey apartment where the police will find you." He arched an eyebrow and shrugged. He was looking at the newspaper, the hint of his voice seems like he's challenging me. Letting me decide my own fate.

"What do you mean, the police will find me? I didn't do anything wrong," I quickly spat at them. They all looked at me then look at each other like I was not telling the truth.

"You better wanna see this," Corbyn smirked and handed me his phone. I skeptically looked at him and reach for it.

An article popped up so I began reading

"Y/n Bloom, a 16-year-old began disappearing these past week. Near residents believes they heard gunshots from a distant after three days of Bloom's disappearance. When the residents tried to track the gunshots, they found something else."

I stopped at reading and look at them, they were already looking at me and that made me feel like, escaping was a bad idea.

"what did they find?" I was afraid of the answer, I was afraid of what I might read in the next paragraph of the article.

They encouraged me to finish reading it, which is why I'm afraid that they will. And they did.

I look at the phone and finish reading with shaky hands. "Martin Samson, a 17-year-old was found dead in the center of flores' woods, he was shot twice, one in the femur and one on the chest. Could this be leading to the disappearance of Y/n Bloom? Or is this the doing of the anonymous criminal, Daniel Seavey?"

I held my breath when I read the whole article. I exhaled and felt my body stiffen from the article, So he's name is Daniel Seavey? The D.S. of the brief letter he sent me. Hm, pretty stupid. He could've named himself someone else like, a tennis racket or a salmon.

"Wait, why're they blaming me?"

"Because, you my friend, has "coincidentally" disappeared along with Mr. Samson's death." Corbyn snatched his phone back. He aired quoted 'cointedentally'. This is out of the ordinary, I was the victim! The kidnapped person. They should pull the blame on the one and only Daniel, like how can an innocent girl like me do with death? What am I? a fucking God?