this is temporary - alvaro romero (sequel to before everything)

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the next morning
everyone met up the next day when nathan's dad left the house. his mom and his dad are separated, so they didn't live together anymore. everyone walked down to where the basement was located.

nathan's pov
we walked down, looking at the pictures that hung on the wall. it was of my father, my mother, my little sister, and i. we reached the basement, but it had a padlock. think of 4 numbers nathan, 4 numbers. i tried my birthday first. locked. i tried the day my parents got divorced. locked. the last combination i tried was the date my sister died. unlocked. out of all dates, why her death date ? i sighed, putting my head down.

kairi : you okay ?
nathan : yeah, let's just focus on getting y/n back.
everyone : okay...

~

half an hour went by. nothing was found. they went through all the books, papers, shelves, the laptop, and the desk. not a single thing. mattia got tired of looking. he was losing hope. he decided to lean on the bookshelf, causing him to fall back as the bookshelf moved. everyone looked at each other, shocked.

they went in. there were pictures of everyone that jefferson and nathan's father had did stuff to. everyone just stood there. the room they were in was the red room, where all the pictures would finish getting their ink. they examined all of the pictures. they saw her. she wasn't in good shape at all. her face was so pale, along with hee whole entire body. on the right of her picture, there was a picture that victoria recognized really well.

victoria : guys, thats the room ! that's the room where they kept us...

everyone examined it. the picture next to it was of a farm.

nathan : guys, i know where she is ! we have to go, now.

~

everyone followed nathan in their cars. they all sped there, getting there in just a few minutes. when they arrived, they saw two cars there already. jefferson and nathan's dads car was there. they're here. he was never at any type of meeting. they were both here, checking up on y/n. at least we thought it was her...