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Chapter 2

"Didn't I tell you do not come here anymore?", the man said strict and the boys laughed. For a second, I thought they would go and hit the man but they went back to the door where they were coming from. Before they left their eyes wondered to me and my heart stopped for a beat. While they looked at me, they smiled in an evil way.

I looked solid on them. I refused to show them fear. If they really did something to Mia I will find it out! They should be scared of me. As soon as the boys were gone I looked back at the man who smiled apologizing.

"I'm sorry. They always come in here and make trouble", he said. I felt bad for him. "You should call the sheriff if they annoy you", I said and bit on my lip. I always do this when I'm nervous or thinking. "I would do it", I added.

"Thank you for the advice", he said smiling and amused, "Now I will give you and advice. Be careful while you're looking for your friend. There are a lot of bad people out there". I looked at him surprised. I wasn't sure what to answer but nodded. "Thank you, I will be careful". He smiled and reached his hand out to me.

"I really hope you will find your friend", he stopped for a second, searching for something. "Sorry, I forgot your name", he said and I faked a smile. I never told you, I thought. And I didn't for a reason. "Lelia", I answered and he smiled even brighter. "I hope it from my bottom of my heart Lelia".
Why do I have the feeling that he enjoys this?

"Thank you", I said. "Max"; he said and somehow his name sounded like a thread". "My name is Max". I nodded and continued showing him my fake smile. I wanted to get out of here. "Thank you Max"; and with that, I left the store rapidly.

When I was back at the street, I looked around nervously. I tried to find the boys from the store. I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted to do when I found them but at first, I had to, well find them.

They weren't outside of the store anymore, so I walked down the boardwalk to look for them. Should I talk to them? No what should I say? Ask them if they killed my friend? That doesn't sound like a smart idea.
No, I need evidence. Without evidence no one is guilty! At least that's what my father would say. But how should I find some? It's not like they will give me one easily.

I now walked down the street more depressed than before. There were a lot of people on the boardwalk tonight. They all have a great time. I could hear them laughing and talking happily everywhere around me.

I looked around for good ten more minutes before I gave up. I was too tired to continue looking. The boys are on the boardwalk almost every night.
I saw them many times before but like the others, I stayed far away from them.

If Mia wouldn't be that obsessed with them I might not have noticed them. That's one big problem. I don't notice the most obvious things around me. I turned around to go to the direction of my car.
I wanted to go home.

When I got there it shocked me to see the boys standing not that far away from my car. They parked their motorcycles at the same parking as me but when I got closer, I realized that they didn't notice me. Of course not, why should they care about me?
I passed them, trying not to look at them. I was too scared. With this attitude, I wouldn't be able to find some evidence, I thought, which made me angry.

So I took all my courage and slowed down. I was still quite far away from them so they wouldn't even notice me passing and starring at them. I looked at them nervously and noticed some girls with them. Two girls are standing close to them, laughing and flirting with them. They looked a bit older than me but not much.

Both of them were very beautiful. Even looking at this girl made me feel bad about myself.
I wasn't ugly, I knew that but I was still struggling with myself.
One of the blond guys put his arm around one girl and the girl smiled happily.

I wondered if this guy did the same with Mia. I figured that these guys were douchebags but that doesn't make them murderers. I sighed.
Maybe I was overthinking but no I don't think I'm wrong.

I got into my car and but the motor on. I looked into the mirror to check if everything was fine when the picture in the mirror suddenly made me shiver. The guy with the black coat was standing behind my car smiling maliciously.

I turned around as fast as I could but the boy was gone.
There was nothing behind my car. Nothing at all. My breath got faster but I tried to calm myself down. It took me a while to collect myself but then I reversed out of the parking place.

I passed the boys in my car and I drove slowly so that I could take a look at them again. All 4 of them were still standing close to the two girls.
They were all talking to each other.

The only thing that changed was that they got even more close to the girls. There was no way that the boy could have been behind my car. I took a deep breath and drove out of the parking place. The whole way I could feel eyes on me but I didn't dare to look back.

Again I wasn't sure about what I should think.
It was scary, yes but on the other hand, there must be a logical answer to what just happened. I might be a bit too obsessed with the idea of them being the culprit that my mind made up things. That's at least a logical answer.

I opened the door to my house just to see my father standing in the room, waiting for me impatiently. "Where have you been?", he said angrily. "It's late and you know how dangerous it is". I sighed. He was way too overprotective. "I was searching for Mia"; I said, and my father rolled his eyes.
"Stop looking for her as if it is your duty to do." I got mad.
"I won't stop searching for her just because you did"; I said and he looked concerned.

"I know you don't like her Dad, but not looking for her is another thing". I didn't notice that I was screaming before I could hear my father taking a deep breath.
My father looked sad and I already regret what I did. "I'm sorry Dad"; I said, "I will go to my room". He nodded. "That's for the best", he said and I passed him to walk up the stairs.