She's number 13

1

1 year later.

River.

The thunder rolled over my head like a warning to get out off the streets as quickly as possible. The zap of lightning that illuminates the entirety of the small town, rolled over almost immediately after, following by a new warning louder than the last one. Proving that I was indeed in the heart of this storm. I crossed the road in a sprint trying to get to the bar before Mother Nature let out her last warning.

The bell on the door went off as I stepped into the only bar open in the small town called Harvey. The rain that's poring down on the outside like the man above had unleashed the entire ocean down on our heads, making my hoodie a poor attempt at keeping dry. The leather jacket was sticky and gross feeling. Breathing out the funky smell that comes with wet leather. My jeans rubbed uncomfortably against my thighs and my shoes felt like a small lake had taken place in them. I rubbed the water from my face and pulled the drenched hood down from my head, smoothing my hair down in the process.

Once my vision was clear I scanned the area of the bar, noticing immediately that the place had definitely seen better days. The place just scream gloomy and the walls that once had been a deep red color had now a brownish look. The tiles looked somewhat yellow but had probably been white at one point in time. The smoke from the countless of cigarettes that had been inhaled in this room, had put the place in a constant smog. The tables and chairs where carelessly placed around the room with brown ripped leather booths where you could literally see the ass print from previous visitors lining the walls. All in all the place looked dirty and like you would get a free food poisoning on the house with every snack purchase, but it was the only place open at this time of night so it would do for now. 

I scanned the area, looking for any familiar faces. There were only a few people here. By the window was a lonely guy that was probably in his late 40. He was swaying in his seat, clutching the table with a death grip trying to stabilize and by the look of his appearance, he had definitely had 10 to many drinks.

In the middle of the room was a table with two girls, dressed in what appeared to be nothing, caked in so much make up an unexperienced male like myself could se the amount of layers laying upon the skin. One of them was so deeply in her phone the roof could collapse around her and she would probably have no idea.  The other one was looking down at her drink, swirling the straw in a steady motion looking deep in thought or insanely bored, which one I wasn't sure. They where most likely whores without a job for the night. A little further back in the bar there was a lonely girl by a table on the wall to the right. She was draped over the table, her head resting on her arms looking sound asleep. Her black wavy hair falling over her back like a blanket. Her clothes looked clean, with black jeans and a black leather jacket. From what little I could se she looked like a normal girl that for some unknown reason spent the night at a bar. 

Only a few tables from the sleeping girl, in the right back corner furthest away from the door was my group. I dragged my body in their direction and slumped down in a seat next to Rick. My wet jeans making the leather seat squeak in protest. Taking Rick's glass of whiskey I lifted it up, signaling to the bartender that I wanted one. He nodded in response and started to fill a glass with the much needed liquid before he walked over and placed it in front of me. We all stayed silent until he was out of earshot. I grabbed the glass in my hand and lifted it up to my lips. "You guys find anything?" I mumbled out, not really having the energy to talk much, or expecting any positive answers really. They all shake there heads, except Marc that was sitting across from me, his brows pulled together in a deep frown. I take a big gulp of my drink and we all looked at him expectingly, a small hope that we finally had gotten something to go on.

"I didn't find anything on Maria and the kids, but I did hear something else though." The familiar feeling of dread that was able to escape for a few seconds came crashing down to the pit of my stomach. Maria was the wife of David, he was one of the newer members of the club, joined a year ago. One morning he woke up to his wife and kids just gone. Completely out of the blue. They were just gone, missing with a few of their belongings along with them. David was convinced that someone had taken Maria and the girls, but there had been no gangs claiming to have them, wanting money or power in return. There had been no signs of struggle in the house, no blood or any signs that they were taken against their will. We have been looking for them for weeks now and as the days goes by the possibility of them leaving willingly is getting bigger and bigger.