T.P.O.V(Travis)
"Would Travis Evans please come to the office, Travis Evans." I looked at Zach, who was sitting there emotionlessly. I got up, grabbed my bag and went to the office.
"Travis Evans?" I nodded. "P.I. Schwartz." He flipped his badge. I looked at him, shocked.
"W…what can I do for you?"
"I need to ask you some questions regarding Zoey Aryans."
"Zoey? What…" Oh, god, please don't let her be dead.
"Were you aware that Miss Aryans was abused?"
"No."
"Do you know Miss Aryans whereabouts right now?"
"No, I…I haven't seen her in a few days." The P.I. nodded.
"Okay, well, one more question." I nodded.
"Were you romantically connected to Miss Aryans?"
"Well, not exactly romantic…" P.I. Schwartz's eyes widened.
"So it was you!" He said, eyes getting bigger by the moment.
"Sir?" I asked, wondering what was wrong.
"You're…" He snapped out his phone. After a few seconds he looked back at me. "You're coming with me, now." He grabbed my arm.
"Is she dead?" I asked, scared.
"No. Missing." He spat. My heart stopped.
"But…"
"She's been gone for three days." He said, pushing me into his car.
"Oh…"
"So what did you mean when you said you weren't romantically involved?"
"I only dated her 'cause I wanted her." I shrugged.
"So did you have any regard for her emotions?"
"Look, why are you asking me all of this?"
"Because we need your help to locate her."
R.P.O.V (Ray)
I wonder if Zoey's okay. I better go check on her…
Z.P.O.V (Zoey)
I cannot feel anything. I'm numb. Please help me. Must listen to music. Please, oh, god, please.
"Zoey?" I heard Ray's voice. I slowly got up to open the door.
"Yeah?" I tried as hard as I could to have some emotion. It must've worked because he didn't say anything.
"Are you okay?" I nodded. My phone went off at the same instant.
No you can't have a World War 3
If there's only one side fighting
And you know, whoa, oh,
That's there's lessons left to learn,
Every time you attack…
I looked at the screen. It was a private name/number, but I picked it up anyway.
"Hello?"
"Zoey?" I froze. Ray moved towards me, but I waved him off.
"Yeah?"
"Where are you?"
"Why do you care?"
"Miss Aryans, this is P.I. Schwartz, would you please come back?"
(a/n: sorry about this next part, I'm don't know much about the legal system, so don't kill me if it isn't right)
"Sorry Schwartz, but that's just not possible."
"Miss Aryans, please, you must come back, and we've located your father, who has agreed to take custody of you."
"P.I. Schwartz, if I may be so bold to say that I am only a handful of months away from being a legal adult."
"I realize that Miss Aryans, but by law, you must be with a legal parent of guardian until you become of age."
"Then I would like to apply for a minority warrant."
"Which you need a parent or guardian to sign." Damn, he got me there.
"Then contact my dad and ask him to sign the papers!"
"Miss Aryans, you must be present at the signing so we can see if you are qualified for the warrant."
"You don't think I'm qualified?!"
"Well we have to be sure…"
"Okay then. Lets do this right now. Ask way Schwartz." Silence.
"Miss…oh, hold on for one second." I waited.
"Zoey?" I sighed audibly. "Zoey, listen to me."
"No! Why should I?!"
"Because I…I still care about you."
"Bullshit."
"Please Zoey. Please?"
"NO!" I snapped the phone shut.
R.P.O.V (Ray)
What is she talking about? Oh, legal stuff…they want her back…
T.P.O.V (Travis)
I looked at Schwartz.
"Well, then we track her."
"Um, track her sir?"
"Her phone."
"Oh." P.I. Schwartz led me to a room with a big computer. Schwartz typed in Zoey's cell phone number, and the screen quickly changed to a map with a red dot on it. Then I heard her voice.