*Viola's Pov*
"I want my mommy." I cry wiping my eyes.
Dylan rolls his eyes, "Stop being a baby, we got away from those creeps."
I pout crossing my arms as I remember Dylan biting them when they grabbed us and kicking them again in their no-no area, harder, "I'm not being a baby! I'm scared! I'm hungry! I'm tired! I don't want to walk around anymore! And it's getting dark!"
Dylan looks at me taking my hand, "Come on, I figured where we at. We can sleep in my old tree house."
I just follow behind him letting him pulling my hand.
We cross a street into a backyard of a house that looks like the others, dirty, run down and empty.
A tree house stood high above the ground in the tree.
"How do we get up there?" I ask not seeing a latter.
Dylan grabs a big stick high enough to hit the bottom of the tree house pushing in a part of the bottom then a long rope falls out, "This way."
He grabs onto the rope and climbs up when he's all the way up I follow.
I reach the top and see snacks everywhere, "Are these old?"
"No, I have my cousins replace the old snacks with new ones every week." He opens a bag of Cheetos.
I look around and grab a juice box.
We snack for a while in silence.
I yawn stretching my arms, "I'm sleepy."
Dylan looks around and goes in a chest tossing a blanket and pillow, "Here."
"You have another for you?" I move some stuff to make a sleeping area.
"No, I'm fine." He stubbornly says.
I roll my eyes pulling him to lay down with me, "Moron."
He glares at me but stays quiet.
We fall asleep.
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*Sasha Pov*
"THIS IS FUCKING CRAZY! Two little kids been missing for a whole day and you won't do anything?! What the fuck is wrong with you people?!"
Surprisingly this is not me yelling but Cam, although if it was me I wouldn't be so lenient.
We're at the police station and these assholes said to wait until forty-eight hours.
"Listen here you fuckholes, my fucking seven year old daughter and my friend's eight year old son is out there somewhere, for all we know in the next twenty-four hours we have to wait they could be kidnapped, bit by a poisonous snake, or killed! They're fucking kids!" I grab the man by his shirt collar.
Two other cops guys pull me off him and he glares at me, "Listen Ms, this is the law in which we follow."
I shove the two off me, "Fuck this!"
I pull out my phone and dial the one guy who I know can settle this.
The others watch me as I put the phone to me ear.
"Hello? Did they say anything?" He asks.
I shake my head glaring at the cops, "No they're being assholes, come here with the crew and tell them to fucking search for our child."
I can sense him smirking, "Will do."
"Who was that?" Camryn ask although she likely aready knows who it was.
