Fractured

Jones' POV

I go back home around midnoon. I was hella tired from running. I was basically sweating and panting when I reached my apartment.

As I opened the door of my apartment, I was surprised to be greeted by a crying Anne sitting on the couch. "What's wrong, Anne?" I ask worriedly.

"Jack is missing." She replies, her voice hoarse, probably from the crying.

I try not to look abnormal, or change my expression or anything. "Are you sure, he could be at a friend's place or something." I say.

"No, I'm sure he's missing, nobody knows where he is, even his parents. He didn't get back to the apartment after that day he kicked me out. I filed a report of a missing person at the police." She says.

"Whoa, that's a lot to take in. You mean he just vanished into thin air? That's strange...do the professors know?"

"I guess so, I don't know. I know Jack mistreated me but this is too bad. I wish he would just show up or something." She says.

"Yh I also can't believe that he's dead." I said without realising that I said that out loud.

"Wait, what? What do you mean Jack is dead?" She asks , gawking at me.

"Umm..."

"Jones, is there something you know about his missing, what do you know Jones?"

"I know nothing, I just... those were my thoughts Anne...I just think he's dead since we haven't heard of him and..." I said, starting to panick. At least I didn't voice out that 'I can't believe that I killed him.'

"It's okay Jones, I get you. I also don't want to be negative and stuff, but those thoughts just...wait a minute, aren't you the one who asked for his number from me, saying you have to meet up for something, is that where he went that night?"

Uh oh

"Yh , we were supposed to meet that night, but then he never showed up. I tried texting him but he never showed up. At last I got tired of waiting and decided to come back home." I said, my hands sweating.

"Then what explains why your hands were bruised?" She asks me as she eyes me suspiciously.

"There was this drunk guy who tried to rob me, he held a knife in his hand, threatening me with it if I didn't give him everything I had, from my watch to money. I beat him up profusely, so that's why my hands were like that." I said in one breath.

"Oh I understand." She says.

Thank God. Sighhh

"By the way, where are you coming from?" She asks.

"I just went outside for some fresh air." I reply.

"Oh." She says, but doesn't probe further, to which I appreciate so much.

I go to the kitchen and cook some food for myself while Anne just stares at me, as if trying to figure something out or as if she can see through my lie.