Chapter IV

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2 days later
August 17th, 2019
Zendaya

I stared at the tv not feeling a thing emotionally. I knew I should be terrified but I wasn't or maybe I just didn't know I was. My head laid in Ryan lap as she ran her finger thru my hair. "I can't believe he just stumbled out of a back door. He should've been dead." I said aloud.

"Zendaya you gotta eat something." I heard her repeat the same thing two days straight and yet again I didn't answer her.

Loud knocks sounded through the room causing me to jump out of Ryan hold. I looked at the door terrified.

"I'll get it" she climbed off the bed. I watched her look through the peephole before hearing her let out a breath she probably didn't even know she was holding.

"It's Detective Powers" she pulled the door open to let him in.

"Can you not knock like that? You scared the shit out of her."

"I was worried something happened to her. She's not answering her phone."

"She hasn't eaten." Ryan tried to whisper.

"Since when?"

"2 days"

"I can hear you guys" I mumbled.

"You mind if I talk to her?"

"Zen I gotta head to work. Are you comfortable here with just him? No offense" she looked at Keith.

"Yeah it's fine Ry. I don't expect you to babysit me you been here two days."

"Love you bestfriend" she looked at me with sad eyes

"I love you too Ry."

She grabbed her stuff "if you need me to I'll be back tonight." She said before closing the door behind her.

"Sooo."

"Soooo, where were you going last night?" I could feel him staring at me

"What do you mean?"

"You don't think the officers outside watching the hotel was gonna tell me they had to stop you from leaving at 3am??"

"I didn't know I was a hostage."

"You're not a hostage but when it's 3am and you have a deadly look in your eye someone is gonna stop you. Look if you know where he is the best thing for you to do is to tell us."

"I don't know where he is."

"Look if you take thing into your own hands, if you go looking for him I can't protect you Zendaya. You will go to jail."

"It's been two days. Waiting for you guys to find him is killing me. I can't sleep, I can't bring myself to do things that use to be normal to me. I can barely think." I looked into his sorrow filled eyes.

"Talk to me. Please."

"I should've let him strip the air from my lungs."

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