Beautiful Minds (NG)

Chapter Thirty Two

*EL'S POV*

As I arrive at the location on video, I instantly start to regret it. I feel like it could all be fake, but Nash is more important than any feeling. I take a deep breath, and stand up.

"It's ok El." Gilinsky says, patting me on the back and getting whatever weapon of defense he brought out of the trunk. Johnson leads me away, and as I look back, Gilinsky is holding his head in his hands.

"Which one is it again?"

"The red one on the end."

"Ok so whats the plan then?"

"You and Gilinsky will climb over the fence and look for a key while I check around for open windows or cameras. Then I will follow you into the backyard, or if necesary the front door. We will basically just try not to be seen until we finish the plan."

Johnson nods as Gilinsky catches up, handing me and Johnson baseball bats.

"Should we just call the cops?"

"Not until we are sure they're here. If we're wrong the cops will know that we have more info than we are choosing to share."

"Good point."

I hug them both before walking slowly around the porch, searching for any sign that anybody on the inside of the house could see us. When I've cleared the area, I jog to the fence, quickly jumping it and landing straight on top of Johnson.

"Sorry,"

"Shhh be quiet." Gilinsky says, rounding the corner and ushering us into the very corner of the side of the house.

"Hey! Anyone out here?" An undistinct voice sounds from the door. I bite my lip and close my eyes, despretely praying they don't come look.

A barely audible grunt sounds before the back door closes, but does not lock, and the man walks inside. We work quickly at checking for escapes as we silently open the door, slide into the house and shut it behind us.

If they can't already hear us moving, they would at least hear the sound of my heart right now.

"Ok so we need to get over there first." I whisper, pointing to a couch on the far side of the room. I jump when I hear loud voices upstairs, and take it as my time to sprint behind the couch, Johnson and Gilinsky not far behind me.

Despite the boys poking me, I close my eyes and hope to God that A. We arent breaking into some random persons house and that B. Nash is here right now.

I open my eyes and brave a look around the corner. Where we are now, the livingroom, is adjacent to the kitchen and directly down the hall from a dining room. Other than the dining room, there is a closet and a bathroom located in the hallway.

Being the smallest, I crawl up to each door, making sure theres nobody in either room. I peek into the bathroom, and theres no sign of anything. I look into the closet, and nearly scream.

My heart rate rises as I blink away tears.

Cmon El, its ok.

I look back into the small room, the light from the hallway illuminating hundreds of pictures on the walls and floor. Some of me and Nash, some of just Nash, but most of them being of me and Jasper. X's and scratches and other graffiti mark the photos, as well as the walls of the room.

I crawl back behind the couch, signaling they can come. We quickly walk into the closet, hiding behind various objects. And now comes the part that nobody knows about.

I pull out my phone, looking up the number and texting the words, "ready or not"

The doorbell rings instantly, making both Jack and Jack jump into the air.