Changing You ✦ 𝑍.𝐷.𝐻.

Chapter 40 {J}

✦ JACK ✦

I purposely let the front door slip through my hands. It slammed shut with a loud 'bang', that echoed through the whole house and had the windows shaking in their frames. The silence that followed informed me that no one else was home yet.

Jonah glanced at me over his shoulder, but I guess my tensed up features made him change his mind about speaking up.

My shoulder bumped against his as I shoved past him into the living room.

Dropping down at the dining table, I yanked my phone out of my pocket and opened up 'Find My Friends'. I searched through the maps with desperate scrolls, hoping to find the location of my sister's phone.

Like all the hundred times before, it only resulted in me slamming my phone down on the table. Once again, there was no sign of her. Either her battery had died or her location had got turned off, but it made her untraceable all the same.

"Still nothing?" Jonah asked softly, pulling out a chair and plumping down next to me.

Blowing out a harsh breath, I shook my head. I found myself going with my hands over my face before tangling my fingers through my curls, tugging at the ends as the weight of failure settled down on my shoulders.

Even though it was meant to be a gesture of comfort, Jonah's hand on my shoulder only made the burden it carried feel heavier.

"We're not gonna give up until we find them, bro."

My jaw set as I gritted my teeth together. By now I had lost count of how many times he had said that to me. And yet, here we were, two days later, and still no step closer to finding them.

"Yeah, you keep saying that," I commented shortly, frustration rooting in the pitch of my voice. I fixated my gaze on my own hands as I let them drop down on the table. "Maybe if we're lucky we'll find their bodies."

I saw Jonah's face tense up in the corner of my eyes. "Don't say that. They're not dead," he shot back, a sharp edge to his tone.

"How do you know?" My snapping made him look away in silence. "That's right," I wetted my lips, "you don't."

Jonah shook his head, letting out a frustrated sigh and pushing back the hair that had fallen over his forehead. "Just shut up. You're not helping."

"Sitting here and doing nothing isn't exactly helping either."

Jonah's gaze snapped to mine, anger flaring in his eyes as he tilted his head. "Oh really, genius? Like I hadn't figured that out myself."

Biting down on my inner cheek harshly, I looked outside the window. The frustration that radiated off my body caused the air to be thick with tension.

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

Jonah's question was the match that enlightened the bottled up explosion of anger I held inside. "I don't know!" I shouted, jumping up from my chair and grabbing the sides of the table.

With a growl resting in the back of my throat, I shoved the innocent piece of furniture through the room. The scraping of the tiles across the floor and the chairs that got knocked over created a lot of noise.