"I didn't know what else to do." I told the officer. Rain beat on the offices windows harshly and the air conditioning was brisk as it blew into the room. I found myself reminiscing about the last time I saw him. The sun was shining on the green grass in the park and the birds sung in the distance. I remember the way his blue eyes shone as he gazed at me silently. He didn't even have to say anything, I could read his emotions on his face like a book.
"Sonny?" The police officer cleared his throat and looked at me with a concerned facial expression.
"I'm sorry..." I quickly apologized, realizing I had spaced off.
"It's quite alright. Now, when was the last time you saw Mr. Cooper?" He asked me again.
"Last Thursday. He came by my apartment to hang out for a few hours, but accidentally stayed the night..." My mind wandered off to last week, but I stopped short before I got lost in the memory, it seemed like so long ago.
I hadn't seen Chad in nearly 2 days. No calls, no texts, no random pop bys on set, nothing. I called his sister, Chastity, to see what's up and she hadn't the slightest idea. She informed me that none of his family had heard from him either. After she hung up, I came to the police in tears, my mind rapidly coming up with worst case scenarios. This wasn't like Chad, that was wrong. Chad called me every day, we texted constantly, and we hung out on a regular basis. Chad's my best friend! It'd been a year since So Random! had had its last season, as did Mackenzie Falls. Since the ending of both of our series, we'd grown close. I was now working on a Warner Brothers movie, and Chad just finished up his last film that broke the record for quickest sell out in theaters in America; His musical career had taken off as well, he was extremely successful.
"Alright, and you haven't heard from him since?" Officer Martin asked
"No sir, I called his friends and family and no one has. His butler said he hasn't been home since he came over to my house last week..." I trailed off.
Chad left my apartment Friday morning after breakfast, and he told me he'd text. And when he got home. He always does. So when he didn't I knew something was up. But I waited. I waited and I knew something was wrong.
"Alright Miss Munroe, thank you. We'll check everywhere we can, and we will be in touch. We'll find him, I promise." He assured me, handing me a tissue box. I didn't realize I'd started to cry, but I thanked the officer and walked back to my car and drove home.
I sat on my couch and turned on the tv, but I didn't watch it. I just stared at the screen, gripping my phone for dear life; hoping Chad would call me any second. I woke up the next morning on the couch, no calls. I spent the next few hours in the shower, just trying to relax, but I couldn't. He could be out there somewhere. Someone could have kidnapped him, I mean he's Chad Dylan fucking Cooper. He could have been in an accident. He could be on the side of the road in a ditch in Santa Monica somewhere. But, what seemed worse was the idea that he could simply be ignoring me. He could be mad at me for some unknown reason, he could have told his family and friends not to say anything to me, what if he was suddenly cutting me off? What if...
My thoughts were interrupted abruptly but the sound of my phone ringing, the sound cutting through me like a knife. I froze and cut off the shower, grabbed a towel and ran into my bedroom, slipping on the slick tile bathroom floor and, sliding across the floor on my butt, taking out my cat in the process.
"LILO! I'm so sorry..." I said, scrambling to my phone. She me owed and shook herself off, half wet now. I didn't even look at the screen, I just answered it, breathlessly.
"Hello?" I asked, crossing my fingers.
"Miss Munroe, we found Mr. Cooper." I heard Officer Martin on the other side of the line.
