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Drew POV:

What the hell? I ripped the poster off. It read 'Missing Child: Alli Bhandari'

I couldn't help but know that it was all my fault that she was gone. I ran towards her house. I knocked on the door…. Once, twice.

No answer.
I ring the bell, and practically break the door down. It opens. I see an unkempt Sav in the doorway.

"Leave." He told me. "Now."

"I'm sorry, Sav, LET ME HELP!" I screamed at him, as he was closing the door. He opened it again. He sighed.

"what can YOU do?" He challenged.

"I'm another person to ask around, think about where she might be, and be there for her."

"Fine." Sav said. "Help in whatever way you can." He slammed the door shut, and left me with my thoughts. I walked home, considering where she might be, when I got there chaos went down. I'm a horrible person. I was so into those stupid thoughts, that I walked straight to my room when I got home. I didn't even notice Adam, I didn't even notice Mom and our cousins yelling at him for being transgender, I woke up the next morning, and didn't even notice my crying baby brother with a lighter in his hand.

I suck.

Alli POV:

I woke up in Johnny's arms, he looked so peaceful asleep. I couldn't wake him. I rested my head on his chest and fell back asleep.

Clare POV:

My life is a mess. My parents are abusive drunks, getting divorced. I cry myself to sleep. My sister is a coward who will probably stay in Kenya the rest of her life, to avoid the people she left behind, my best friend just went missing, and I woke up this morning on my boyfriend's couch. Oh boy.

"Eli!" I nudged him

"Morning sleeping beauty." He chuckles. He pulls me to his chest. I flinch when he touches a bruise of mine on my back. He notices.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Y-y-y-y-yeah." I say, completely unreassuringly.

"No your not. Get up." He tells me. I feel stuck, unable to move. I get up and he lifts my shirt up enough, to see the big black and blue blob on my back.

"What's it from?" He asks steadily, trying not to get angry. I don't answer.
"CLARE?" He asks again.

"MY DAD!" I scream at him. My hand cups over my mouth, and I run. Home. Where torture awaits me.

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