I'm so sorry it took so long to write this chapter, I was at a loss for ideas but I think I finally have an idea about how this story is going to play out.

"So you're saying that your friend was kidnapped by Emily Reese?" The officer repeated after I explained the story multiple times.

"Yes," I confirmed.

"Do you have proof?"

"She called me yesterday and told me she had him," I handed her my cell phone.

"Let me see if I can find the recording," she said. I nodded at her walked to the end of the room where the guys were waiting.

"Don't worry Dan, we will find him," Chris promised me.

I nodded again. PJ looked at me funny. "What?" I asked.

"Are you okay?"

I rolled my eyes. "What do you think?"

"Right, of course you aren't okay but you still seem off."

Besides the fact that my best friend is missing and maybe dead because of me.

"I'm not okay, but hopefully I will be soon," I forced a small smile.

"Are you sure this is the right phone she called you with?" The officer called me.

I turned around and walked back. "Yes that is my phone, why?"

"I can't find any call within the last five days."

I shook my head. "That's not possible, Emily called me yesterday."

"About that. Emily Reese doesn't show up in our records."

"What do you mean?" I was so confused.

"She died two years ago in a car accident."

I started to get angry. "No that is not possible, she called me last night!"

"I'm sorry sir," she used the calmest voice possible. "I'll still file Phil Lester as missing but until we get more information there's nothing we can do."

I couldn't hear anymore of these lies. I grabbed my phone, stormed passed the guys and out the door without looking back. Chris called my name but I didn't stop. I had made it about a block before they caught up to me and PJ grabbed my arm.

"Dan stop."

"Stop?" I yelled. "Phil is missing and possibly injured or dead and no one in the station gives a damn just because some stupid record says that Emily is dead. Why is she dead? She is not dead and she did call me last night but no one gives a damn about that either because for some shitty reason there is no recording of it in my phone! Forgive me for not being okay like you think I am but you don't know how long I have suffered in silence while keeping my true feelings to myself instead of telling Phil how I really feel!"

I hadn't meant to say that last part. They didn't seem to care though. They knew.

I turned around and ran away again so my friends didn't have to see me cry. I walked all the way back to the apartment and ran into Phil's room and fell face first on his bed. I buried my face in his pillow and wept. The pillow smelled like Phil and that just made me cry more. I stayed in that spot for what it seemed like hours before I heard the door to the flat open and then close. I half expected it to be Phil coming in after going to get pizza and all the past events turned out to be a dream. But instead it was my friends again.

"Dan?" I heard Chris's voice in the doorway. My back was facing them but I heard them all come in and then PJ sat next to me while Tyler and Chris sat on the floor in front of me. I tried not to make eye contact with them and chose to stare at the small lion in the corner of the room.

Phil's lion.

I made grabby hands at the lion and Chris saw and immediately grabbed it and handed it to me. I cuddled it in my arms and let my tears soak the pillow.

"Look Dan," PJ started. "You're right. We don't know what's going on inside your head. You are not okay, and we're sorry we kept on asking you. It was wrong to think that you weren't as crushed as we are."

I gave them a confused look.

"Dan, you're not the only one who's sad," Chris assured me. "You have to remember that we are all worried about Phil too. But we can't worry about him because we are too busy worrying about you."

"Well I didn't ask you to be," I snapped.

"You didn't have to. We are your friends, it's our job to be worried about you. It's our job to help you, and that's what we are going to do. We are going to help you find him."

"But what if we never do?" My voice was barely a whisper; I was surprised they heard it.

"Then I guess you'll never be able to tell Phil that you love him," Tyler smiled a little.

"Not now Tyler," PJ glared at him.

"Hey you're just mad because Phan is real and now you owe me 30 bucks."

"TYLER!" Chris and PJ yelled.

"It's okay guys," I sat up. "I'm sorry too. I forgot that you guys care about Phil too and I was just so upset that no one would listen to me but I shouldn't have yelled."

"It's okay," Chris promised.

"Don't be too hard on yourself," PJ said.

"How long has Phan been real?" Tyler asked.

"TYLER!" They yelled again.

I smiled. "Technically it isn't real yet because I don't know if Phil feels the same way."

"Of course he feels the same way, you two are practically made for each other!" Tyler said like it was obvious. "But I guess if you want to hear it yourself we are going to have to find him!"

"How the fuck are we going to do that, we don't even know where to start?" I buried my face in my hands.

"Let's start with the fact that your ex-girlfriend is apparently dead and there is no phone record that she called you last night."

I pulled out my phone and looked at recent calls. Sure enough, it said that I hadn't called anyone since last week.

Chris grabbed my laptop from my bed and after getting a glare from me he rolled his eyes and started typing something in the search bar. After a few moments he spoke.

"Emily Reese was killed in a car crash on May 3rd 2013. She was driving home at night on an empty street along with three other girls when a truck ran a stoplight and smashed their car into a tree. The truck driver later died in the hospital and Emily along with two of the other girls were pronounced dead on the scene. The only survivor of the crash was…." Chris trailed off.

"What?" I asked.

He looked at me. "The only survivor was Emily's girlfriend."

My mouth dropped open. She had a girlfriend? After she hurt me with her horrible words she turned out to be the same? I couldn't believe it.

"Where does this girlfriend of hers live?" Tyler asked.

"Her name is Grace Harper and she actually lives in Manchester but that's all I can get." Chris pulled up her Facebook page and we scrolled through all of her photos. When we got to some older ones, there was a few with Emily in it. She was hugging Grace, kissing her, they were all smiling and happy.

That bitch.

"I think we should try and find this Grace person, she could be useful in finding out why Emily is alive somehow," Chris started doing more research on her.

I nodded but then I felt my phone buzzing in my back pocket. I pulled it out. It was Phil's phone calling.

I showed it to my friends and they said, "Answer it!" So I pressed accept and then turned it on speaker.

"Having trouble getting anyone to listen to you?"

"Alright you bitch listen up!" I yelled into the phone. "You have Phil, now what? You haven't asked for anything, you haven't told me to meet you somewhere, you've just been holding him and doing who knows what and I'm sick and fucking tired of it!"

"Woah, slow down Dan," her voice sounded so calm. "I will ask for something soon but for a while I just want to see how far you will go for love. You didn't go that far for me, so I can't wait to see how far you will go to save Phil."

I was at a loss for words so she continued.

"Better hurry though. If you don't make a move soon I might just decide to end it."

"Don't you dare!" I screamed. "I swear if you lay a finger on him I will kill you! I swear to god bitch, I will kill you!"

She laughed. "You can't kill something that's already dead."

And then she hung up.

SUSPENSE AHHHHHHH!

Please don't hate me.