The Outcast

Chapter 17

Later on that day I was shocked to see what came across the news.

"Seventeen year old, James Thomas, has been missing for over three days. According to passers by they last saw him at Starbucks on Thursdays afternoon. Please contact the number below if you you happen to have any information relevant to the situated."

My head is now spinning. I feel like throwing up. Where could he be? I can't believe it. The most I can do is pray that he returns home safe.

*
While laying across my bed like always, my mind came across James again and I remembered that I texted him earlier, and got a reply. What the hell is going on?

How could he have replied to me? I began to over think. Was he kidnapped? Was he lost and someone stole his phone? Did someone murder him and used his phone to make everything seem okay? No. I shouldn't even think about that. He'll be okay. I hope.

Meanwhile, I have my feelings to deal with. I made up my mind, finally. I like Charles. Charles like I. I'm sure of it. The way I feel when I'm around him is unexplainable. I hope he feels the same way because if he doesn't, then I don't know what I'll do. I'll have to start all over again, clear my feelings, get a new crush. I don't want to do that. I want Charles. The way I feel about him is undeniable. I really really hope he feels the same way.

I was pulled away from my thoughts when my mother called me, "Agnes honey, there's someone here to speak with you."

"Okay mom, I'll be down in just one minute."

"I think you should come now." My dad sternly says.

Okay. Okay.

It had to be someone unfamiliar because I believe my father only speaks heavy and stern to show off.

I ran down the stairs just to see two policemen standing at my door.

"Good night Ms.Woodford."

"Um, good night,"  I questionably turn around to my parents.

"We'd like to ask you a few questions if you won't mind,"  the thin white police man said. He looked so weird with his military looking buzz cut.

"Sure I guess."

The other white but a bit more thick, tall, police man asked, "Ms Woo-"

"Agnes, it's Agnes," I interrupted.

I can't take the Ms. Woodford, Ms. Woodford thing.

"Alright Agnes, When did you last speak to James Thomas."

My stomach sank.

"Well I texted him earlier, I got a reply."

They wrote something down and then asked another, "Agnes, did James Thomas tell you where exactly he was?"

"No."

"When did you last see him."

"The night before I went to my grandparents'. "

"Has he contacted you or tried to when you were away?"

"I believe he did but I did not reply."

"Why?"

Why is he asking me why I didn't reply to someone? Anyway.

"Because I didn't want to, is that a crime?"

At the corner of my eyes, I could see my parents looking at me.  Oh well.

"No ma'am, we're just gathering as much information as we can."

"Oh okay."

"Well we'd tell you all if we've found anything. Have a blessed night folks."

"Good night officer." My parents said, opening the front door to let them out.

*

I ran back up to my room right after they left, I'm so exhausted, my parents didn't even bother to come question me, they knew how tired I was so they yelled 'Goodnight, Love you, God bless you,' from their room, and I did the same.

Before I closed my eyes I made sure to say a prayer mentioning James of course, praying for his safe return.

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