Enchanted

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3, ᴘᴀɢᴇ 13.

-Timothy-

 It's been like some eighteen hours since she's been taken. It's weird, it's like she's in her room.. but you know she's not and her preference is who knows where. I was screaming at my mom trying to get an answer out of her but she was just being her usual self. Lying paranoid also drunk on the couch. It smells like alcohol around the whole house. It's a normal deal for me. She drinks when she is stressed, she drinks when she is bored. and she drinks when she feels angry or devastated.

 I just still can't believe she's neither being found in her room nor somewhere around the house. She was gone. I wasn't imagining it and I probably wasn't yet paranoid. The only person who was really acting fucking paranoid right now was our mother. What could be so incredibly wrong with whatever she did, that she lost her mind and gave Seth the blame?

''No no no, wait- What did you just say?'' Miles says, looking through files I threw on the floor, it laying in our circle. His head moves upward, he looks kind of shocked. ''What? Oh- The van was b-'' - ''No'' I got interrupted. ''Before that.'' I was thinking about what I said before and figured that he might mean the gun. ''The gun?'' All the boys are now looking at Miles in a 'What are you trying to say look. ''C-Could it be black by any chance?'' I sighed. ''Well, no shit sherlock. I don't fucking know man, I saw it in a like a flash.'' - ''Alright!'' he puts his hands up in surrounder. ''Where did they find it?'' I shook my head once again, getting more frustrated by the second. ''How am I supposed to know?! Ask my mom when she's sober or something. Oh wait, you can't. Already tried that.''

''Okay, this is not going to work. We won't get anywhere with this and the only thing we found out was that she was depressed.'' We asked Seth's best friend Julian to help too, which he of course accepted. ''But, we already kinda knew that..'' Nathan whispers, not wanting to sound rude. I looked at him and nodded my head, rolling my eyes before standing up straight. I was starting to walk back and forth nervously, while the guys gave up on the notes too.

Miles was oddly quiet since the last time he spoke. I could tell he was hiding something or even wanted to say something, but he kept quiet just staring in front of him. I rolled my eyes and came straight to the point. ''Oh for fuck sake Miles, What is it?'' I almost completely yelled, which causes everyone to look at me and back at Miles.

He stood up oddly fast and ran straight to her drawer. He opened it only to be met with a lot of bras and underwear. He hesitated for some time but then threw them across the room, meeting a blank empty spot. ''What the fuck dude?''

''The gun... I-It's gone!'' he stumbled backward, causing me to stand there in utter confusion. ''Oh really? Like we didn't figure that out yet.'' I realized what I just said, seeing him standing there. ''Wait- What? What do you mean that it's gone?'' - ''Did she have a gun?!'' He shook his head and opened one of the other drawers. ''No. I had a gun.'' I was snorting a little, trying to keep my nervous laugh in. ''So? Then why are you looking through her bras?'' He threw his hand on the side of the drawer before kicking it. It made some of us flinch while others were just as confused as I am. ''Oh my god, are you that stupid?! My gun was in her drawer. I knew it because I was with her when she put it there.''

I was shocked. Why did he have a gun? Most importantly. Why did he give it to my sister?! What was she planning? Wait a second, why was he with her?- I got ribbed out of my thoughts by Miles who was panicking. ''Why the fuck do you keep a gun in my house?!'' I yelled No wonder why my neighbors complain a lot, it's because of noise complaints.