Death Of Me - Ryden (Finished)

52.

"What if he isn't home?", Ryan asked me, while we were walking towards mr. Louis house.

"Then we'll wait", I said, flashing him a smile.

Emily knocked on the door loudly. This time we immediatly heard footsteps coming from inside to the door. The door opened and Mrs. Louis stood in the door frame.

"Oh, hello", she greeted us, seeming surprised, "What can I do for you?"

"Could we please talk to you or your husband?", Emily asked.

"About what?"

"About brend-", Patrick began, but Emily cut him off.

"About a friend of us, it may be important", she said, smiling.

"If that's so.... then you can come in, but I have to go now working", she said, "my husband is in the living room."

She stepped back and let us inside the big house.

It was way more clean than Mr. Ruthlebones house. Many paintings were on their walls, like in the house Ryan lives in. It was really minimalistic here, and everything was white and black. No colours.

"Micheal!", the woman yelled, "some kids wanna talk with you."

Then she left with a black trench coat the cold house.

"Some kids?", he asked, stepping out of a room, "Oh, Michelle is already gone, right?"

"She said she had to go to work", Emily said.

"Yeah, I know", he said, "So... what- you're Grace uries daughter, aren't you?"

"I am", Emily said.

"I knew I knew you guys from somewhere", he chuckled, "What did you want to ask me?"

"About my brother", my sister said.

Mr. Louis sighed and sat down, taking his glass of water. He bite his lip and looked at the wall in front of him, sunken in his thoughts.

"Why?", he asked after a while.

"We wanna know what happened", Patrick said.

"No, I mean why should we bring this up again. I know how much your parents were suffering from this event And now you guys wanna bring this up again?", he asked.

"But we all wanna know what happened", Ryan said.

"You are Ryan, right? But you just moved here after Brendon was kidnapped", he said, "then why are you here?"

"I knew him", he lied, "we were friends, but I wasn't living here."

"The only question we have is, if you know something we don't", Patrick said.

"No, I don't think so. I know as much as every one else", he said, sighing, "and you shouldn't be bothered by this anymore. He's gone and that's it. By searching for the reason, you're may risking bringing someone else in danger."

This made us speechless. I could sworn that we would find answers from him, but no. No, he was just sitting here, not wanting to help us. It went too good until now.

"Could we talk to your daughter at least?", Ryan asked, may be Mrs. Jensen could help us.

"I don't have a daughter", he said, causing us to narrow our eyes.

"But what about that woman, Mrs. Jensen? Isn't she your daughter?", Emily asked.

"Mrs. Jensen? No, I never heard of her", he said, "I guess you guys should go now."

And with that said, we made our way to the door, walking outside the minimalistic house.

Mr. Louis closed the door, and left four confused teenagers standing in front of his house.

"If she isn't his daughter, who's daughter is she?", Ryan asked.

"I guess, we need to find it out, because she's getting suspicious", I said, narrowing my eyes.

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WEIRD QUESTION

So... is anyone good at writing fluff or smut in general? Because I get uncomfortable writing it, but I wanted to add one fluff or smut chapter to the Christmas book, so if anyone can help me, it would be nice! Just dm me:)

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