Josh hadn't been the same since the phone call. Tyler noticed he had became extremely introverted. He would rarely want to stay in the same room as Tyler and would constantly be looking around as if someone was out to get him. He didn't know what to do. Should he take Josh to counseling? Should he take some time off work and help Josh himself? He didn't know how to help abuse victims it wasn't anything he had encountered during his lifetime. He couldn't watch Josh waste away, he needed to cheer him up. He walked to the guest room tapping on the door lightly, he didn't want to scare the poor boy. "Josh, I know you can hear me, please come downstairs, I'll make you pancakes!" Tyler sighed, knocking softly again, "Josh, please." Still no answer, silence. Tyler knocked again so he decided to open the door, desperate times called for desperate measures. The door swung open and Josh was nowhere to be seen. "Josh?" Tyler entered the room and even looked in the closet but Josh was nowhere to be seen. He tried not to panic but it was too late. He ran downstairs, in the living room, in the kitchen, his room, the bathrooms but Josh was nowhere to be found. Where did he go?
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600 years later I finally update !!!
I'm so sorry!! :(
Life just gets in the way!!!!!
I hope you're still interested!
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