Tomorrow.

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I told my parents I was going home, I wasn't.
At least not straight away that is.

I know it was kind of stupid, but I couldn't help but go to the place where police said Robin was taken.

I just couldn't process it just yet, I wanted to see it for myself.

When I got there, there was a lot of people. Flashlights in hand, looking for Robin.

We all knew they weren't going to find him.
Not here at least.

"Ma'am." I heard someone say from behind me. "You shouldn't be here, it's not safe." He said

"I know. I just-" I took a deep breath, "He's my friend. I just didn't want to believe it I guess." I sighed

He nodded apologetically, "I understand. But we can't have you out here with all this going on."

"Right. Sorry sir. Have a good night." I said, starting to walk away.

"Hey!" He called out

I turned around to look at him.

"We'll find him. I promise." He said

I laughed softly, "I appreciate that. But don't make promises you can't keep."

I walked away, I don't think I could be there any longer without reacting.

As I was walking home, I noticed a house I had never noticed before. A black van parked next to it.
I couldn't help but ask myself if it could be related to anything that happened with Robin and the rest of the boys.

As much as I wanted to walk closer, it was starting to get dark.

I'll check it out tomorrow.

~❤︎︎~

When I got home, I was relieved to see my parents weren't home yet.

I went up to my room and laid down on the floor and stared at the celling.

Robin. The strongest, most confident guy I know, is missing.

As much as I didn't want to believe it, Robin probably wasn't coming back.

The other kids didn't.

I was so lost in thought, I didn't hear my parents come home.

"Honey? Are you okay?" My mom asked, knocking on my bedroom door

When I didn't answer, she walked in and saw me laying on the floor.

She hugged me, holding me tight against her.

In that moment, I couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Mom," I said, tears rolling down my face, "He's gone. Isn't he?"

She shushed me while rubbing my back, "No sweetie, don't say that. They'll find him, okay?"

I nodded, trying to control myself.

I know that crying about it won't help anyone, so I really need to pull myself together.

I'm going back to that house.

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