Lonely Together II (Sequel)

Chapter 7

"We've been looking and looking, she's nowhere to be found."

I shook my head, feeling the frustration build inside of me. "That's because you guys aren't half as good of detectives as my mom was."

"We tried. We looked for her body."

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push the image of Sharon's dead body out of my mind.

Whether her name was Sharon or not, that's who she was to me. She'd always be Sharon.

"Thank you." I managed to say before storming out of the detectives office.

I slammed the doors open to the outside, feeling tears well in my eyes.

The cold air whipped at my cheeks, making the situation ten times worse. I tried my hardest not to cry as I weakly walked down the sidewalk.

I walked past the shop and other boutiques down the road. I liked the neighborhood I was in, just because of how beautiful and unrealistic it looked.
It started to rain. Go figure.

The detectives words kept ringing in my head involuntarily. We looked for her body.

I couldn't shake it. I couldn't shake the feeling that she was out there, and there was nothing I could do.

I walked up to my house, opening the door quietly. I had a mini heart attack when I didn't see Justin right away, but sighed out of relief when I found him sleeping on the couch.

I carefully walked over, laying down as slowly as I could next to him. It felt good, to be honest. Just to be with him but not have to constantly try to start conversation, or do anything in general. His presence was enough.

I traced my fingers up his tan arm, all the way up to his shoulder and down his chest, but I stopped immediately when I realized where my fingers were leading.

His bullet wound.

I honestly didn't get what he was so freaked out about; me seeing his scar, that is. He acts like he needs to impress me or something, but it was me who brought him into this whole Jake mess.

I looked up at his sound asleep face, then back down to where his wound was. I looked back and forth between the two before I just went with my instinct and slowly slid my fingertips up his shirt, his shirt rising in the process. His shirt was almost to the point where it would show his scar, but Justin's hand grabbed mine suddenly, scaring the shit out of me.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He sat up, wiping his face to wake himself up. I sat up with him, my hand still to my chest. "Jesus Justin, you scared me."

He shook his head, a disgusted look on his face. "I told you I didn't want you to see my scar Jess."

He scooted himself off of the couch and onto his wheelchair in one swift motion. I must say, I was pretty impressed. He didn't even need my help.

He wheeled himself into the kitchen, trying to get away from me. "What are you so worried about?"

He looked at me with a nervous look. "I don't know."

We stayed silent for a few moments, while I just mainly tried to decipher what was going on. If he wasn't worried, what was the big deal?
I walked closer to him. "You know I would never judge you, right?"

He looked at the floor. "It's not about that."

What was he hiding.

"K," I said quickly, walking to the front door to put my shoes on.