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~Lies and secrets, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind ~

I've been sitting at the desk in my room, staring blankly at my laptop for what feels like hours.

It's Sunday night, and I left Edward's house a few hours ago. I haven't stopped thinking about what I'm about to do since I found out Victoria's last name. Edward could tell I was distracted when he came back, but he didn't pry.

Even though I know I'm going to do it; I'm too scared to type in her name. Afraid of what I'm gonna find. Worried to unbury something I should've left alone.

I'm hoping nothing comes up. Or just evidence that proves she's been missing and has become a cold case.

I type her name into the google search bar, having to backspace and correct it due to my trembling fingers.

Victoria Davis.

Very basic name. The search engine fills with too many links.

Ah shit, she has the same name as a character from One Tree Hill. Well, that's gonna make this a lot fucking harder.

I sigh in frustration, raking my fingers through my hair.

I type in all different variations — Victoria Davis California. Victoria Davis missing. Victoria Davis dead. Plus many more.

I go through all the obituaries and missing person reports with the same name, and none of the photos or descriptions match. All that's left is other public figures and way too many social media accounts to go through.

Damn, why couldn't she have had a more non-common name?

I'm overwhelmed and anxious, spending hours going through too many web pages and come up with nothing. My eyes are strained, and my foot incessantly taps against the floor.

Two steps forward, ten steps back.

I usually am not a quitter and don't give up until I find what I need. But maybe there really is nothing I'll be able to find. Maybe Riley and his dad actually kept their word by hiding her body and making it seem like she went missing when Edward paid them off.

That's a good thing… right?

The feeling in my gut says otherwise. Always trust your instincts.

She was a seventeen-year-old girl that was supposedly reported as missing — there has to be something out there in the world-wide-web. But will I actually be able to find it?

I think of one last thing before I'm willing to give up and just leave it in the past. I mean, if anyone knew the truth of what had really happened, Edward would be locked up in a cell for life in California right now — not here with me in Forks. So it's not my job to play detective anymore.

But I have to check one last thing for my own conscience.

Almost every teen girl has social media. Maybe her Facebook account is still up. I'm sure I won't find much on there. But if it's not private, hopefully some comments on her page and photos from mourning friends might give me closure in confirming that she's still addressed as missing.

I type in her name on Facebook and change the location to California only. Edward never said what city he was from, or that would've given me fewer results to sort through and make it much easier.

There are thousands of Victoria Davis's, and none of the profile pictures match her face as I scroll through most of them. I check one more page, and if I can't find her, I'm closing my laptop.

Until a small profile photo of a teenager with red hair next to one of the names catches my attention.

I click on that account, sending me to a Facebook profile page. The picture is slightly larger, and it's definitely the same girl as the one I found in Edward's yearbook and the photo in his drawer with the blood on it.

Dull blue eyes, long pin-straight faded red hair, small thin face.

Her account is private, so I can't see anything other than a photo she was tagged in from a guy's account that wasn't private. I click on it, expanding it to my full screen.

She's with a group of people, all of them smiling and laughing in their bikinis and swim trunks on a beach. A creepy-looking dude with long greasy blonde hair, covered in tatts, and grills in his teeth has his arms wrapped around her frail frame from behind.

My heart thumps in my chest, but this could be an old picture.

Until I see the date it was posted.

March 25th 2021.

Only a few weeks ago.

I don't know exactly when she died, but I do know it wasn't too long before Edward moved here, and he's already been here for close to eight months.

I scroll down to see the comments, and there is one from her account, dated the day after it was posted.

Victoria Davis

Such a wild time last night! Can't wait to do it all over again next weekend ;)

What. The. Fuck.

If this is the same girl as Edward's ex he supposedly killed — which there's no doubt in my mind it is based on enough evidence — she's not dead.

I'm in shock and don't even know what to think or feel at that moment, other than my stomach plummeting and my heart racing in my chest. My mind is reeling all over the place, a million thoughts running through it. Chills run down my spine as my skin breaks out in goosebumps.

Reliving the same dread as the night of Edward's confession.

Does Edward know she's alive?

No.

That doesn't make any sense at all. Why would he lie about killing his ex-girlfriend if he never did? There's nothing worse than admitting that. He lost everything, including his mind, uprooted his family's life, and punished himself because of it.

Just when I think anything can't get weirder, I am continuously shocked even further.

So much for leaving this alone after this. I'm left with even more questions than before, and I'm not stopping until I get answers.

I just have to wait and see if it was a blessing or a curse that I decided to snoop.

What fucking twilight zone did I fall into?

A/N: Shit is getting real lol. Let me know what you think!