Kidnapped

Chapter 57: Collecting Thoughts

George's POV

I was still yet to talk to the others about a possible trip, but today was a new day.

I wanted to look at online articles, see what was being said about me, as well as opening my social medias.

I've wanted to look since I got back but I knew it would be a lot to take in.

Before going to bed last night I updated my phone to the latest software.

I opened google and searched 'Georgenotfound' not thinking twice before pressing enter.

A lot of news articles popped up, recent and old ones
from the time I went missing up till now.

I pressed on the very top link and waited for it to take me to the website.

I slowly started to scroll as I read through what was written.

'A 16 year old boy, Georgenotfound, has been reported missing. Police say this may be the usual cause of a teenage runaway but have found no traces or witnesses as to where the young boy could be. His Mother, Jackienotfound, says he was supposed to be staying at a friends house for a sleepover when she got the call from one of his friends asking for his whereabouts'

I swallow a lump in my throat and take a deep breath, finding a more recent website to click onto.

"It's been a whole year since then, I'm not even 16 anymore" I think to myself.

'Georgenotfound, not dead but alive as he was first seen at the police station. There has been no talk of what seemingly happened to the boy but he was recently bombarded at his own school by classmates and paparazzi trespassing on the property. Police have arrested Mr. Schlatt from the school with the charge of kidnapping and sexual abuse along with a few other charges'

'In theory people have speculated that Mr. Schlatt kidnapped and abused Georgenotfound. His child Toby, who is mostly known as Tubbo, is currently living in the Notfound household as he has no other family. The story of these 2 boys are unknown but we will post any new updates on their lives.'

I see further down they get into theory's about my dad being arrested and click off, going onto Instagram first.

The first thing I immediately notice is the amount of followers I had, I had sky rocketed to...3 Million?

"That can't be right" I whisper out loud, then refreshing the page.

The same number appeared, I didn't have any posts but people followed me anyway.

I check my other socials and they were similar, a ridiculous amount of people following.

Even the rest of my group had more followers, no where near my amount but more nevertheless.

I close my phone, not wanting to see what other people had to say about it, I had seen enough for today.

I fiddle with my phone in my hands, looking around my room as my brain starts to spin.

Even if my case was mostly solved I knew there was a lot more going on.

Schlatt's house was taped off by police, as well as the basement, but part of me wanted to sneak back in.

It would be safe because no one goes to that area anymore, but there was a lot of hidden cash and other things they kept for back up.

Their business earned a lot of money, Poker games to drugs to selling me, they got a lot.

From being quiet a lot of the time I managed to collect a lot of information, it became my hobby.

The place was still yet to be investigated further but everything was left in place, that was what intrigued me the most.

And if the bank pins, safe passcodes and hiding spots were still the same, I could be looking at hundreds of thousands of pounds.

The money wasn't clean but it was still money.

And I'd be stupid to leave it there, if someone hasn't already had the idea and taken it.

"George I'm home!" My mum calls from downstairs, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I decide to push it to the side for the time being.

I get up and walk down the stairs, being met with Aria, Dream's mum.

"So- We went and spoke to Nicks, Darryl's, Zak's, Karl's and Alex's mum and they're all excited to go and have given their kids full permission to come along too" She smiles as they put the shopping away.

"Any idea on where we're going yet?" I ask.

"How does Miami sound?"

"It sounds good" I smile.

"Good, once the other boys are in I'll start getting tickets booked"

"Do you think Tubbo will be okay for a week?" I ask and she shrugs.

"Well we can give him a choice, he can come with us or he can stay with Phil for a week, remember his year still have school"

"I'll talk to him soon and let you know what he says"

I hadn't spoken to the others in a couple days but I planned to go into school tomorrow.

I tried to convince myself it was just to speak to the others but I knew it was because I wanted to see Fundy and Dream interact.

It wasn't because I was protective over Dream or worried about them getting back together, I just wanted to see if Fundy had really changed.

If my mum is right about Dream then I want to see it for myself, I want to look at how he looks at me compared to how he looks at him.

I just want to know who Dream wants.

And I want to slap Fundy for ever hurting Dream in the first place.

Because that's what a good friend would do.