Blake's POV:

I was worried about Andie, worried that maybe we should have taken her to the doctor to make sure that she was okay. I tramped up the stairs and towards Andie's room.

"Andie?" I quietly knocked. She opened her door and then leaned against the frame wearily, her face ashen.

"What's up, Blake?" Andie inquired.

"Chase said you're sick. I just came to see if you needed anything." I replied.

"Just rest, I think, Blake." Andie replied.

"Okay. I hope you feel better soon, Andie. Don't hesitate to call me or Chase if you need anything." I said.

"Alright, Blake." Andie responded, and then retreated back to her bed. I left her room, looking back once in worry. I headed off to school, and on my way, I noticed the signs posted around the city that had Andie's face on them. I didn't need to look closer to guess what they said. So her father had labeled her missing. I couldn't pretend to be able to comprehend why-he made it very clear he didn't care for his daughter. I arrived at the school and headed straight for my office, intent on calling Chase down there and letting him know about the missing person signs. My secretary came into the office a few minutes after I arrived and told me there were two officers who wanted to talk to me.

"Let them in, then." I sighed, not wanting to deal with police this early in the day. My secretary let them into my office and discretely closed the door behind them.

"What can I do for you, officers?" I inquired.

"We're here about the disappearance of Andie West." The gray haired one said.

"Have a seat, then." I intoned, gesturing towards the empty chairs. They sat stiffly and looked at me.

"I haven't seen her. She hasn't been showing up for school." I said, hoping they wouldn't catch the lie.

"Do you think she ran away from home?" The other asked.

"I'd imagine so. Her home life, from what I've heard in the past few days-it wasn't the best. Her father is abusive, from what I've heard and seen. She had finger shaped bruises on her arm the other day. She most likely ran away." I answered.

"Would you mind if we interviewed some of the students here, asked them if they knew her?" The one with dark black hair inquired.

"I do mind, actually. This is a dance school. Having police officers asking students about a missing girl-well, it will upset the equilibrium." I stated.

"Thank you for your time, Director Collins." The gray haired one said. I stood up as they left my office, and then promptly sat down, and put my hands over my face.

"Director, Chase is here to see you." Jasmine, my secretary, said.

"Let him in." I replied.