Where She Went

A/N: this book is mostly first person but right now it's third person

"Four girls can't just got missing." Asher Haven explained as the sheriff wrote down every word he said.

"What did these girls look like?" The sheriff asked, it sounded quite muffled through his big bushy mustache.

Asher tried to recall each of the girls features. "Emily, the eldest of them, she's almost nineteen. She had blonde hair and blue eyes." The Sheriff continued to scribble words down. "She sounds like quite the dear." He said as he wrote some more. Asher almost laughed at those words.

"Oh no. She's a slut."

The Sheriff looked up from the paper and frowned. The room was silent for a moment except for the ticking of the clock. He looked back down after awhile and wrote the word 'slut' right next to Emily's name. If it weren't for the circumstances of Asher being at the only police office in town he would've laughed.

"Can ya describe the other three?" The Sheriff asked. Asher sighed and sat back in his seat. For some odd reason, felt calm, knowing that someone was going to go look for these girls. And when they found them, he would see Brook again.

He missed her

"Jamie, she's only thirteen. She's a little bit on the chubby side. She has brown hair and blue eyes." Asher waited for the sheriff to finish writing. "Go on."

"Elizabeth, she's the youngest. She's only five years old." He sighed he missed her too. "She had the cutest little face. Her hair was blonde, and her eyes were gray." The room filled with an eerie feeling of sadness. Asher suddenly felt a lump in his throat. "And the last girl, was Brooklyn." His stomach did cartwheels. "She was only sixteen. She had pretty long curly brown hair and gray eyes that burned into your soul. She stood out from the rest." Asher looked down at his feet. His hands shook and he tried to make himself stop.

"Do you have any suspects?" Sheriff snapped him out of his daze. "On who might of took them?"

"Mr. McKinley." Asher said before he could think twice. Sheriff frowned, his eyebrows and fluffy as his mustache.

"The father?" He asked, doubt in his voice. But for Asher, for him it was no doubt that Brooklyn's father did something to them. "He drank." Asher said simply. "When the girls came to school they had bruises." Sheriff sat back and looked at him. "If they ended up moving and this was just a wild goose chase, you are dead." He got up and left the office.

Asher would've normally would've felt threatened and embarrassed by that, he was positive that something was wrong.

He was sure of it