Disclaimer: Aloha- sorry about the poetry but yes it's important and yes
I'm trying to end my little ol' Cliffhanger quickly. I repeat though- HA!
(Evil laugh) Moohahahahaha (cough) ha (cough) ha (choking) Call a (cough)
paramedic (passes out with a loud crash)
Peter and Dwayne looked at each other. "Get the feeling we weren't supposed to read that?" said Peter.
"A slight one. So, we've gone through all his stuff and haven't found a single clue where he's disappeared to."
Peter turned to a fresh page in the notebook and began to list possibilities.
He slit his wrists/ attempted suicide and ran away
"But what about the car tracks?" said Dwayne. Peter groaned and crossed at number one. He tried again.
He slit his wrists and called a friend who came and picked him up "But how would he get a phone?" asked Dwayne again. Peter felt ready to yell.
" What's your idea?" he asked angrily.
"The one you don't want to accept. Rowan was forcefully taken by someone, probably his father. Scott said he heard Rowan say Da'. Who else would he call Da'? And wouldn't he have said Dad? His accent only comes out when he forgets it or means to sure it. He only forgets it when he's really upset. All signs point to kidnapping." Peter looked out the window where the police chief was still questioning everyone. "I've known Rowan for 4 years now. The kid normally has motives for doing something, whether or not everyone else sees them."
"Do you think they'll find him?" asked Peter, not noticing how his voice had grown softer.
"That's the other thing. Rowan ahs a history of disappearing, of not being found when he doesn't wan to be found." Peter and Dwayne's eyes caught each other's, both on the verge of giving up hope.
"Guess we better go show this thing to Sophie and the chief," said Peter. The two stood, carrying the binder and left the room. From underneath the open window Scott, Shelby and Ezra looked at each other.
Rowan woke up form the spell of the drugs by the foot that rammed into his stomach. He breathed slowly and felt the pain pass, an old trick. His ribs felt weird but for the life of him he couldn't think why. Where was he? Who was the man looking at him? He groaned and was kicked again. This time he slipped back into unconscious ecstasy.
Peter and Dwayne looked at each other. "Get the feeling we weren't supposed to read that?" said Peter.
"A slight one. So, we've gone through all his stuff and haven't found a single clue where he's disappeared to."
Peter turned to a fresh page in the notebook and began to list possibilities.
He slit his wrists/ attempted suicide and ran away
"But what about the car tracks?" said Dwayne. Peter groaned and crossed at number one. He tried again.
He slit his wrists and called a friend who came and picked him up "But how would he get a phone?" asked Dwayne again. Peter felt ready to yell.
" What's your idea?" he asked angrily.
"The one you don't want to accept. Rowan was forcefully taken by someone, probably his father. Scott said he heard Rowan say Da'. Who else would he call Da'? And wouldn't he have said Dad? His accent only comes out when he forgets it or means to sure it. He only forgets it when he's really upset. All signs point to kidnapping." Peter looked out the window where the police chief was still questioning everyone. "I've known Rowan for 4 years now. The kid normally has motives for doing something, whether or not everyone else sees them."
"Do you think they'll find him?" asked Peter, not noticing how his voice had grown softer.
"That's the other thing. Rowan ahs a history of disappearing, of not being found when he doesn't wan to be found." Peter and Dwayne's eyes caught each other's, both on the verge of giving up hope.
"Guess we better go show this thing to Sophie and the chief," said Peter. The two stood, carrying the binder and left the room. From underneath the open window Scott, Shelby and Ezra looked at each other.
Rowan woke up form the spell of the drugs by the foot that rammed into his stomach. He breathed slowly and felt the pain pass, an old trick. His ribs felt weird but for the life of him he couldn't think why. Where was he? Who was the man looking at him? He groaned and was kicked again. This time he slipped back into unconscious ecstasy.
