Lesbians in Hollywood II (COMPLETED)

680 Rose Creek Road

CH. 1: TO: THE GIRL, FROM: HER FAMILY

After 72 hours we aren't looking for a missing person anymore; we're looking for a body. Seventeen-year old Mackenzie Forrester went missing approximately 24 hours ago. That means we have 48 hours until we find her body.

We raided the Forrester's home early in the morning. A home that was clearly built in the 1950s, but was newly renovated to the 2000s feel. It was in a neighborhood that was quaint like any other South Carolina home although this neighborhood was smaller and had pieces of plywood hanging off of all the one storied homes. It was nearby factories and oil refineries, close to the shore yes and not too far away from Savannah, but still on the outskirts of where the value of homes decreased. The Forresters were working class or low middle class by the looks of it. Scrapping by but more than barely. And Mackenzie from what we could tell already didn't have it luxuriously.

"Have there been any sightings of her? Has anyone called you? With any information? With like anything? Have you got any leads?" Mrs. Forrester was frantic, but I couldn't point out if it was just the situation or it was also her as a person. She paced around in her dress that was too short and very flashy. It was like she was dressed up for someone. It was not business casual or formal or an outfit you'd wear to work. So, she wasn't about to head into work. "We're working on it, Ma'am." I assured her, but her son Miles Forrester wasn't having it. "It's been one whole goddamn day and you guys haven't found anything? Not a single clue!" Anger issues, that was it. Mom and son both have it.

They were a family who handled things by yelling. Due to genetics and possibly something more? "We're working on it." I curtly stated. My investigative partner Lionel Richards stepped in. "Now if we could have any personal belongings to her that might help us that would be useful. As well as a list of friends she could be staying at." He was much more calming than I ever was. He usually handles more of the talking whereas I was bound to say something insensitive and not even realize it.

Mr. Forrester ran to the dining room table and swiped something off the counter. He was in a formal sports coat and slacks like he was about to leave for work. So, the mother didn't work judging by her attire, yet the father did. "I'm sorry about Miles' behavior we're just going through it right now." "No, he is reacting perfectly fine to what the hell kind of mess this is. How have you not found anything?" Mrs. Forrester yelled. Mr. Forrester stared at her with angry eyes for contradicting him. The mother and father are having marriage issues. It was obvious. And the son's anger issues are probably only made worse having this around. Which would also make Mackenzie having the same problems. Hard home life. Natural prone to yelling.

"Mrs. Forrester you only filed the report 2 hours ago there's only so much we can do." Richards spoke again. Mr. Forrester spoke fast: "Mackenzie, uh, she left her phone here before she went out the other night and then she just didn't come back. That's why we're so worried. There's no way we can reach her and not anyone has seen her since. There's numbers of her friends. Uh, try Isabelle, Abigail, and Thomas and, but definitely try Abigail. She's her best friend." He handed Richards the phone. He knew about a best friend which means he is at least somewhat in his daughter's social life and knows basic details about her.  He had the phone which is a plus but also a minus. A plus because we could go through her messages and see if she was planning on meeting up with anyone. A minus because we couldn't trace her location. "Do you have her debit cards? We could trace where she was last been using them." "Um, yes." Mr. Forrester turned around and picked up a handbag and fished out a wallet. He then handed it to Richards.

"When was the last time you saw her?" I asked as I took notes. Yet as I looked up the two looked at each other heart broken. Mr. Forrester let out a sigh with much guilt visible. "I went into work early in the morning and when I got home she was gone." Mrs. Forrester was absolutely shattered talking about this. Her voice shook as she spoke out each word. "She, um, stormed out after we had a fight." "You had a fight?" "Yes, um-" "What about?" "The night before, she had been staying out late with one of her friends and came home way passed her curfew and came in trashed at like three in the morning." "Why would you yell at her like that?" Mr. Forrester yelled at his wife. Both parents are volatile towards each other. Not just one way or the other.