Ordinary & Unordinary ✔️

chapter twenty three

Jonathan
96 hours.

It's been 96 hours since I last saw Alice.

I've looked everywhere.

And when I say everywhere, I mean everywhere.

The last thing she said to me was, "But now I see that I'm wrong."

I can still hear her sweet quiet voice saying those heart-breaking words.

I should've said something, anything, to keep her with me.

I was angry and sad and frustrated and confused, and I just couldn't talk to her.

It wasn't even her fault, though.

Her god awful aunt made her stay away from me.

What a bitch.

But it's not the time to get defensive.

It's time to find my baby.

Where have you not looked?

I sit in my car for about 15 damn minutes before realizing: what if she was on that little trail I saw yesterday?

I stomp on the gas pedal and zoom off.

I'm going to save her.
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I drive to the start of the little walking trail and get out of my car.

It's muddy, and I can't really see where it leads to, but if there's even the tiniest chance Alice is somewhere up there, you best KNOW I'm going.

After walking for a good 5 minutes, I see something in the distance.

A old, most likely abandoned, house.

It doesn't even have a front door.

I quickly run to it, my converse now brown with mud, and my hair drooping in my eyes from the rain.

I walk up the broken stairs (one of them completely falling off) and into the dark house.

Don't worry, I have a pocket knife.

"Alice?!" I yell inside of the house.

"Alice!" I repeat.

Nothing.

I'm about to walk out of the door when I hear a faint, "Help,"

"Alice! Where are you?!" I run around the house.

It's only one story, with no furniture.

"In the basement! Please hurry!" I run over to a door that has at least seven locks on it.

"Alice? Are you in there?!" I bang on the door.

"Jonathan?!" She bangs on it back.

My whole entire body fills with relief. "Yes! It's me, baby."

I can hear the sob rack from her body.

"I'm gonna get you out of here." I say through the door.

My legs bolt to every room and I search from keys or a hammer or anything.

I don't find the keys, but I do find a house phone.

And then I call 911.
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The police and ambulance and firefighters come and they knock down the basement door.

I practically fly over to Alice and wrap my arms around her. "Oh my god, Alice." I say into her neck.

We are both crying.

"Jonathan," she whimpers and squeezes me tighter.

I pull away just so I can look at her face.

It's covered in dirt and there's some dried up blood on the side.

My eyebrows crease and I can feel the small smile creep on my face.

She smiles back and leans her forehead on mine. "I missed you." She whispers.

I laugh quietly. "You have no idea."
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Alice
Jonathan was with me the whole time when the police were interviewing me.

He held my hand through everything, sneaking forehead kisses every now and then, and hugging me every chance he got.

He looks like he hasn't slept in days.

"Ok, that's all for now. We'll keep in touch." The detective says to me.

"Oh, and Jonathan?" She says as we are getting up.

"Yeah?"

"Take care of her, sport." The detective winks at him and we leave the station.
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🥺🥺.

Man... that shit hurted to write.

End of chapter twenty three.