PAIRING: KLAROLINE
NOTES: I got a mail from FF asking me to make the tittle and the summary T rated to that's why I changed it. And also a fast update because I don't have time today. I'll try to upload tomorrow or Wednesday a longer chapter.
I hope you like it.
DEAR DIARY, FUCK OFF
chapter 3
where is it?
"Sir" said a voice outside the small house of the Forbes. "She is crazy" he almost laughed. After a minute talk the phone conversation was over. Now he was allowed to leave. No need to stay there longer losing time to guard that house.
When Klaus got to her house he didn't even wait five minutes when he was sure that Caroline was sleeping. Caroline had tried to block her window but it was a worthless try. But in case the noise may wake her up he decided to get inside the house throw another window. Just in case. Already in Caroline's room he make sure she was fast sleep by poking softly in her check. She sighed but no move of awareness of him showed in her face.
Sadly he had to get to work and that meant to get away from her.
He directed his eyes to her desk.
But the diary wasn't there.
Well, not that I wasn't expecting this, he thought.
He checked every part of that desk when it was obviously that the diary wasn't there. Where could it be? Walking round the room it didn't seem to be near. To bad. But anyways it was just a little more of work.
Klaus decided to make sure that Caroline didn't have to dairy with her. It couldn't be weird. His hybrid had told him how protective she was with that notebook. He had said that she was crazy, but she wasn't. He thought it was fun of her. So normal. So nice. But she didn't have it. He was worried that she might wake up before he could do what he had to do. He didn't want her to find out that he was completely fine out of the pacific. She could not take it well. Better if he did everything well. Better safe than sorry.
In a matter of second Klaus was on his knees looking under the bed which was above a hairy carpet where there was nothing more than some clothes and hand bags. But not the diary. His mind was thinking of possible hiding spots she could use. And he started to check them all. In the Bed table? No. In the dressing table? No. Behind the paintings of her room? No. There was no sign of hidden sports in the walls either. In the closet all the boxes were in the top part of the small space. They just had shoes. No journal. It didn't seem to be in the dresses that fell to the floor or jackets confined there in that small space.
"Klaus"
I promise.
Even hell froze.
TBC
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