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Eli's POV

After I dropped off Clare, I quickly drove back home. I pulled into the driveway, which was vacant. What I would give to see Jillian's silver convertible blocking the way again. I went inside the house and found Bullfrog and Cece sitting on the couch with the phone sitting on the table.

"Well, thank you for helping us officer." Cece said, looking at the phone.

"My pleasure." The police officer on the phone said, "I'll be sure to keep you posted. Bye now."

Bullfrog took the phone off the table and hit the button to hang up. "Bullfrog, Cece." I greeted them.

The two of them looked up. "Oh, hey baby-boy." Cece smiled at me, but with a saddened vibe.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Cece sighed, "Baby….you know that when Jillian went missing, she took her car with her, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Well….." She continued, "We've had the police search for her car by the license plate…..but they haven't found anything yet. They've been searching everywhere."

"But….they have clues, right?" I looked interrogatingly at both of them, "Right?" They still didn't say anything. "RIGHT?"

Cece and Bullfrog looked sadly at each other. "Baby," Cece put a hand on my shoulder, "They'll find her. I know it."

"Yeah!" I huffed, "They'll find her body, after it's been run over by a car, or murdered or raped, or…."

"Now, Eli….don't say that. We have to think positive." However, a few tears began to form in her eyes. She pulled me into a hug, "Eli, I promise everything will be ok again."

I awkwardly pulled away from her, "Right of course it will. I, uh….I think I should work on my story now." Cece nodded. I walked upstairs and sauntered down the hallway. I stood in the doorway of Jillian's bedroom. Everything had been just as she left it…..undisturbed. I couldn't exactly say that she left me the same way. I slowly walked into her room and wandered around. Then, I noticed a little piece of paper or something sticking out from the bottom of Jillian's pillow. Curious, I reached under her pillow and pulled it out. It was the picture of her when she was five. Then one that I found out of mom's old scrapbook. She still had it. I had given it to her that morning after the 'A Night in Vegas' dance…

"Look at this picture I found." I told her.

Her eyes wandered down to the picture that I was holding, "Is that me?" I smiled handing her the picture. She held it up and looked at it. "Why do you like this picture so much?"

"Because…" I said, "I know that's the real you." She looked up at me curiously. I was serious, though. "That's the Jillian that I know. The one that didn't drink and wear a lot of makeup."

Jillian shook her head, "That's not the real me…not anymore. Everyone knows it."

"Everyone else just doesn't know the real you." I told her, "But I do." Everything was silent for a moment. Finally Jillian spoke up again.

"Eli…..?"

"What?"

She sighed, "Why did you jump in front of the knife for me?" I didn't answer at first. "You know…you could have gotten killed."

"Jillian…" I started, "when I saw Fitz drag you in with that knife…all I could think about was saving you. I didn't care what happened to me."

"But Eli….."

I ignored her and continued, "I already killed one person that I loved, and I wasn't about to kill another one."

Jillian looked at me confused, "But….you didn't….Fitz was the one who…."

"No, Jill," I interrupted, "It's my fault for starting up with Fitz in the first place. I let you get sucked into this." I shook my head, "I always end up hurting the people I love. If Fitz had stabbed me…all of that would be over."

"Eli, what are you talking about? None of this was your fault. It was nobody's fault but Fitz's! He got what he deserved! And you should not have jumped in front of that knife! I could have handled it!"

"It was my fault! And I wasn't gonna let Fitz come at you with that knife!"

Jillian crossed her arms, "Why?"

"Because…" I put my arm around her, "You're my sister and my best friend, and if anything ever happened to you I would be devastated. I would do anything to protect you."

Jillian smiled, "You really mean that?" I smirked in response, pulling her into a hug. "Thanks, Eli." She said hugging me back, "And I promise you'll never need to risk your life for me, because I'm not getting into any more trouble."

Next thing I knew, two little water droplets had fallen onto the picture. With tears streaming down my face, I suddenly became enraged, "You LIAR!" I yelled at the picture, "How could you! Why would you leave me?" Finally, I completely broke down and collapsed onto her bed. I brought my knees to my chest and buried my face in her pillow. Even her pillow smelled like her, almost as if she was still here. But she wasn't. That second reminder that Jillian was gone brought more tears into my eyes. I reached into my pocket and pulled out Jillian's choker necklace. I picked it up by the black ribbon and twirled it back and forth, watching the little scarlet letter spin around and around. It glimmered as I looked at it through my blurry, tear-filled eyes. I then wondered how she could have left this behind. Jillian and this necklace were inseparable. All I knew was that this little necklace was like my last little bit of hope that Jillian was still out there somewhere.

"Time to wake up, kiddo." I heard my dad's voice. I turned over in the bed a few times and my eyes blinked open. I looked around and realized that I had fallen asleep in Jillian's room.

Bullfrog gave me a pouty smile. He walked over and sat on the edge of Jillian's bed, "I'm worried about her too, sport. Cece and I both are."

I slowly sat up in Jillian's bed and rubbed my eyes with my fists. I opened up one of my hands and realized that it was still holding Jillian's choker. I studied the necklace in my hand, fearing that just looking at it would be enough to get me to break down again. "Dad…what if Jillian's not out there anymore?"

"Eli, don't think like that." Sadness filled Bullfrog's eyes, "The police are gonna find her."

"But how come they haven't found her yet?"

Bullfrog was silent for a few seconds. He closed his eyes and shook his head, "Eli…..they're doing the best they can. We're just gonna have to hope….." His voice trailed off. Then, he lifted his head and looked at me, "Tell you what….how about tonight we go out and we look for Jillian ourselves."

I looked curiously at him, "You mean it? You think we could really find her?"

"No one knows Jillian better than we do, Eli." He shrugged, "So what do you say?"

My lips spread into a small smile, "Yeah."

"It's gonna be ok." My dad smiled and ruffled my hair, "Now, start to get ready for school. You don't wanna be late." I nodded and he left my room. I looked at the clock and realized that I actually had an hour before I had to start getting ready. I decided to go into my room and check my email on my lap top. I sat down at my desk and opened up my laptop. I saw that I had five new messages. Two messages were just junk mail and another two were Twitter updates. The latest email was from Clare. I clicked an opened it.

Hey Eli. I read your story so far. I think it's really good. I just made a few changes. You don't have to use them, but just a few suggestions to give it more of a kick. The story is attached in a word document. I hope you like it.

P.S. Look, I'm really sorry about yesterday. I love you. Please forgive me.

I read over Clare's email and smiled. I clicked on the attachment that she sent me of the story, Stalker Angel I was now calling it. The file opened and I clicked on the little icon in the corner to print it out. I spent a half an hour reading the first part of the story with Clare's annotations. After a while, I realized that I didn't have as much time as I thought. I figured I'd read the rest at school. I put the packet in my book bag and went and got dressed for school. I grabbed my things and ran downstairs into the kitchen. Cece was almost done making breakfast and Bullfrog was watching the news on the TV. Things had been very quiet ever since Jillian went missing. I missed Cece's off-key humming while she made breakfast and Bullfrog yelling back at the news man on the TV, as if the news man could actually hear him. Now, Cece just silently stirred the contents of the pan while Bullfrog blankly stared at the TV screen without saying a word.

And in other news….. The man on the TV announced, the search for Jillian Hannah Goldsworthy continues. The young girl has been missing for almost a week now and no clues to where she could be have been found. Full story when we get back.

Bullfrog grabbed the remote off the table and turned the TV off, leaving the kitchen now completely silent, except for the crackling of the pan on the stove. Bullfrog cleared his throat, "Well…..I better be heading down to the station. I can't leave my audience listening to old Dahvie droning on forever." He forced out a chuckled.

"Yeah, I need to get to school." I told them.

"Wait," Cece said, "what about breakfast?"

"Oh….I'm not hungry." I told her.

"Ok then, see you after school."

I grumbled in response and headed out the door.

I was the first one in Mrs. Dawes class. I sat down at my desk and pulled out the Stalker Angel packet. I began to read over Clare's work. She didn't change anything too drastically, but what she did change was very good. I was impressed. Especially with the ending she put in. I had put a pretty lousy ending to my story, hoping that when I showed it to Clare, she would be able to work her magic. This is what she came up with:

"I don't know, Malcolm." Rachel said in a shaky voice, "Maybe Stalker Angel will give up and leave us alone once and for all."

"He's never gonna stop!" Malcolm warned, "He won't stop until he gets what he wants! YOU!"

Rachel was silent for a few moments, "What do we do then?"

"We'll run away!" Malcolm told her, "It's the only way I can protect you from him."

"Where will we go?" Rachel asked him.

"Where ever we can think of."

"But wait…..what about…" Rachel was afraid to even bring up her name, on account of the circumstances, "Rarity?" Her voice was now almost a whisper.

Malcolm fought back tears, "We'll….we'll just have to forget about her."

As if it were from his mouth to god's ears, suddenly a familiar voice sounded in the distance, "Malcolm?" Malcolm didn't turn around at first, thinking it was only his imagination. But then the voice spoke again, and this time it was much closer, "Malcolm!"

Malcolm turned around, only to see that brunette girl, with that porcelain face and those perfect china doll features. At first, he couldn't believe his own eyes. He thought he might be hallucinating out of longing. Rarity grabbed her brother by the shoulders, "Malcolm! It's me! Please, say something to me!"

Malcolm studied the girl in front of him for a few more moments. And then finally, it all came out of him like an erupting volcano, "You left me!" Malcolm screamed at Rarity, "How could you? You broke my heart! You had me worried sick!"

"I-I'm sorry….." Rarity cowered into the corner.

Suddenly I noticed Clare standing in the doorway of Mrs. Dawes room. I looked back down and continued to read. Clare came up behind me. She sighed, "About last night…..me talking to Fitz…..I know it freaked you out and I'm sorry."

"It's ok…." To be honest, I was more wrapped up in the story than what Clare was saying right now.

"Well….then what is it?" Clare was baffled by my silence, "Do you not like my edit on Stalker Angel?"

"Shhh…." I shushed her, "I'm reading." I continued to read:

Malcolm stared at him sister. She was pale and gaunt and all the color had left her cheeks. She had been out living on the streets without much to eat. Malcolm took one look in his sister's dulled eyes and immediately, tears filled his own, "Oh, Rarity! I'm so glad you're home!" Malcolm grabbed her and the two of them crushed each other into a hug.

"I love you." Rarity told Malcolm.

Malcolm nodded, "I love you too, sis."

I was so amazed with Clare's edit, that I had no words at first. "Did I add too much?" Clare asked me. I didn't say anything at first. "Oh I did add too much. You hate it. I wrecked your horror story!"

I closed the packet on my desk and stood up to face Clare, "Honestly," I told her, "it's way better! I'm super impressed, Clare!"

Clare smiled, "Really?" She grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, "I am so glad to hear you say that! And you know, you have nothing to worry about. No one is gonna come between us. I promise."

I smirked, "Let's promise to not fight again."

Clare gave me a quick kiss on the lips, just before the bell rang.

Nothing will ever tear us apart.

As I packed up my locker to go home, I looked down the hall and saw a tall blonde boy tromping towards me. He did not look happy. He approached me and got right up in my face, "IDIOOOT!" He screamed at me.

I gave him a confused look, "I'm sorry?"

The blonde boy grabbed me and shoved me up against the lockers. After looking at him for a bit, I finally recognized him. He was that crazy guy from Jillian's anger management seminar. The one who's on YouTube all the time. "Your freaking sister hasn't been in anger management class! We all have to go! Why the hell does she get to skip out?"

"Well…." I began to answer.

"WHY?" He demanded once more, "She's a freaking fag! She's freaking betraying us!"

"Um, Steven?" I interrupted.

"WHAT?" He yelled at me, tightening his grip.

"Jillian….." I sighed, "Jillian went missing about five days ago. She ran away. She's gone." I was getting pretty tired of having to explain that to everyone. Every time I even say her name anymore, I feel like my insides are gonna explode. "Now, would you be so kind as to let go of my throat?"

Steven smirked as he let go of his grip on me, "Oh my god…..she ran away?" I nodded. "That's so gay, it's not even funny. What are you talking about?"

"Well….it's a bit personal." I told him honestly, "I rather not talk about it."

"Oh yeah!" He mocked, "You gay fags are keeping your little gay secrets! You're so gay! Freaking fag!"

"Excuse me?" I raised an eyebrow at him, "I'm not the one who shoved a remote control up my ass."

Suddenly, Steven's face turned angry again, "I. DID. NOT! They made freaking LOOK like I did! Freaking fags!"

I grabbed my bag and gave Steven a good pat on the back, "Good chat. Good chat."

"Yeah! Ok!" Steven shouted at me as I walked away from him, "You walk away and find that slut sister of yours, before she gets into trouble."

I stopped in my tracks and turned back around on my heel, "Pardon?"

"Your sister just ran away so she could freaking betray us! All she wants to do is tramp around the streets and sleep with as many guys as possible. You do know what happens to little girls who run away to live out on the streets, right? They become prostitutes and eventually get raped or murdered….or both. These are the sad facts of life, fag!"

"Oh really…." I stepped towards him and rolled up the sleeves on my jacket, "Well you're about to look even more insane, because you're not gonna have any teeth!" I lunged at him, but was pulled back by someone.

"Eli! Stop!" Adam grabbed my shoulders and turned me around.

"Yeah!" Steven mocked, "Freaking fag one is helping freaking fag two! See you fags later!" Steven tromped back down the hall.

Adam sighed, "Starting fights with insane people? Really, Eli?"

"He started up with me!" I protested.

"Look, Eli," Adam rested his arm on my shoulder, "I know you're freaked out about Jillian. I'm worried about her too. Man….I can't stop thinking about her, somewhere out there all alone." I gave Adam a look. Adam's eyes moved to the floor, "Not helping?"

I smiled at him, "It's ok. I know what you mean. Tonight, my dad and I are gonna go out and look for her."

The final bell for the day rang. Adam picked up his books and gave me a small smile, "Good luck."

"Thanks." I picked up my book bag and walked outside.

When I got home, I saw a police car in the driveway, along with another brown car. When I got inside the house, I saw two police men and a guy in a uniform talking to my parents. Cece looked over at me when I came inside, "Oh there you are." Bullfrog and the three men looked over at me as well. "Detective, this is my son, Eli."

"Hello, Eli." The man in the uniform walked over to me, "I am Detective Parker." He shook my hand.

"Nice to meet you." I told him.

"Sit down with us, Eli." Bullfrog told me.

I sat down with them and the police men pulled out a bag, "Now, Mr. and Mrs. Goldsworthy." The officer said, "We finally found some clues." He pulled something out of the bag, "We found these near a dumpster in an alley way."

"That's reassuring….." I mumbled.

"Take a look at these." The police handed the contents to Cece and Bullfrog. They held them up.

"Jillian's license plates!" Cece said, surprised.

"How did you find these?" Bullfrog asked.

"They were not too far from here." The detective explained, "It looks like someone pulled them off."

I suddenly got worried. Jillian would not be smart enough to know that the police would be looking for her by her license plates, no offense to her. "Wait," I asked the detective, "How do you know someone else didn't rip off the license plates. I mean, would she even think to do that on her own?" Bullfrog and Cece looked at each other. The police apparently didn't know how….uh….intellectually challenged she was.

The detective shrugged, "We don't know what this could mean yet, but thanks to these license plates, we're on to something now."

"But wait," Cece said, "I just don't understand…why would Jillian tear off her license plates?"

"Wait," Bullfrog intervened, "Listen to what my son said. What if she wasn't the one who ripped them off?"

Suddenly, my heart stopped, as a very different scenario played out in my head. Jillian is driving down the road at a ridiculous speed. All sorts of emotions are running through her head. As the emotions swirl in her head, her pace picks up. She's reckless and before she knows it, her wheels have lost contact with the pavement. She's quickly gliding just above the surface of the road. Suddenly, a big truck pulls out in front of her. Before she can even think, she and the truck collide. Bits and pieces of the tiny convertible fly everywhere…..including her two license plates. The car is totaled. So is she.

The detective looked curiously at me, "Are you ok, son?"

"Holy shit…..." I muttered, "What if she crashed?" Bullfrog and Cece's eyes both widened, as they considered the possibility. The three gentlemen looked at each other.

"Er…the plates would be damaged if that happened, right?" One officer said.

The other officer thought for a few seconds, "Well…..not necessarily." Cece gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. "Now now! Let's not jump to conclusions!" The detective reassured, "We don't know yet what could have happened. But thanks to this evidence, we now have a better chance of finding your daughter."

One of the officers looked at his watch, "Well, were gonna go now and take this back to the lab for examination." He took the two license plates and gave them to the detective.

The detective took the plates and put them into a big plastic bag for evidence. "Good day to you all." When the three men left, I sauntered up the stairs without saying a word to my parents. I could not bear to look at the devastation on their faces any longer. I went up to my room and lay down flat on my bed. Suddenly, I heard a thunder noise outside, then the pitter-patter of rain drops on the roof. I couldn't take this any longer. Whenever I had a problem, no matter how bad, I would always turn to Jillian for comfort. She may not have always had the best problem solving ideas, but what mattered was that she was always there for me. She would never betray me. Except the frustrating thing now was that I obviously could not turn to her for help. But there was one other person I could talk to right now. I picked up my cellphone and dialed Clare's home number.

"Eli?"

"Clare…." I sighed. It was so nice to hear her voice.

"Hi. What's up?"

"I just need to talk to someone." I told her.

"Is everything ok?"

"Well…..they found some evidence on Jillian."

"What kind of evidence?"

My voice was almost a whisper now. "They found her license plates in an alley way near a dumpster."

Clare was silent for a few seconds. "What…..what do they think….."

"I don't know." I told her honestly, "They said they have a better chance of finding her now….." I swallowed hard, "….that is if she's out there." I looked outside at the rain coming down. I suddenly began to worry about Jillian out there in the rain. A seventeen year old girl driving around in an unidentified silver convertible…..possibly with the top down. I wondered if she would remember to put it up when it rains.

I don't understand why I'm getting all wet! I imagined Jillian thinking, as she sat in her convertible with the top down, I closed all the doors!

She could get sick. Forget rain. What if someone wanted to kidnap her? If she's driving around exposed like that, someone could just reach into the car and grab her.

"Eli? Are you still there?" Clare snapped me out of all my bad thoughts.

"Oh, I'm sorry…..this bad weather is making me even more nervous." I admitted.

"Yeah," Clare agreed, "It's like all of a sudden, the sky's opened up. It should put you in the mood to finish that horror story."

"Actually, I was planning on finishing this afternoon." I told her.

"Well, if you finish, then you can come over."

"Anything to get my mind off all of this Jillian drama." I heard Clare's doorbell ring in the background. "Well," I continued, "I guess maybe the drama will help me think up a couple of real crushers. Eh?" I chuckled a bit.

Suddenly, the tone of Clare's voice changed, "Um…..I'll call you right back, ok?"

"Oh ok. I'll see you later."

"Ok bye."

I hung up the phone. I guess Clare had Alli over for a study date or something. I shrugged and walked over to my computer. I opened it up and began to read over my story so far, including Clare's edits:

"You left me!" Malcolm screamed at Rarity, "How could you? You broke my heart! You had me worried sick!"

"I-I'm sorry….." Rarity cowered into the corner.

Malcolm stared at him sister. She was pale and gaunt and all the color had left her cheeks. She had been out living on the streets without much to eat. Malcolm took one look in his sister's dulled eyes and immediately, tears filled his own, "Oh, Rarity! I'm so glad you're home!" Malcolm grabbed her and the two of them crushed each other into a hug.

"I love you." Rarity told Malcolm.

Malcolm nodded, "I love you too, sis."

I chuckled darkly and shook my head. This was the one part of the story where I just could not agree with Clare's annotations. Clare-bear had a good thing for romance, but I didn't think she got the concept of horror. I read over her work again carefully….

"You left me!" Malcolm screamed at Rarity, "How could you? You broke my heart! You had me worried sick!"

"I-I'm sorry….." Rarity cowered into the corner.

Malcolm stared at him sister. She was pale and gaunt and all the color had left her cheeks. She had been out living on the streets without much to eat. Malcolm took one look in his sister's dulled eyes…

I sat back in my chair and thought some more. What could I do to make this more horrific? I swiveled around in my chair a little, listening to the rain and the thunder outside. I liked how the weather outside almost set the mood for what I felt like writing. I placed my hands back onto my keyboard and began a little bit of typey-typey:

…..and then his eyes filled with rage, "You promised that you would never put yourself in danger again! You promised me, Rarity!" Malcolm could no longer contain his anger. His hand shot out and slapped Rarity across the face.

She fell to the floor, with her hand over her now bleeding lip. "Malcolm, please!" She cried, "Please don't do this…..I love you."

"And I love you….." he told her, "which is why I'm doing this for your own good." Before the young harlot could say much more, Malcolm threw his arm around her waist and dragged her to the top of the basement steps. With one good shove from Malcolm, Rarity went tumbling down the stairs. Malcolm ran down after her and began to bind her arms and legs with ropes. The next thing that Rarity knew, she was kneeling down facing the wall with her hands and her ankles tied up behind her. Malcolm smirked sinisterly as he walked torwards her with a whip in his hand, "This will teach you to run away from me." With one flick of his wrist, the tip of the whip jumped up and sliced across the girl's backside. She yelped out in pain…

I smirked to myself as I finished the last bits of my story. This was all so good, it wasn't even funny. I couldn't wait to show it to Clare. I printed out the entire story and stuffed it in my bag. I ran out the door and drove to Clare's house. It was still raining outside when I got there. I stepped out of my hearse and made a dash from the curb to the roofed stoop of Clare's front door. I knocked on the door. "Clare, it's me." I called.

"Eli….." Clare called back, "Just one second."

Except I couldn't even wait one second. I was as eager as an impatient small child to show Clare my final Stalker Angel story. I turned the knob and excitedly burst through the door, "You are looking at a literary master…" My voice trailed off and my mouth hung open as my eyes fell upon…him.There he was, standing in the middle of the den with Clare.

"Hey, Eli." Fitz greeted me in a mumble. I remained speechless. I wondered if this was actually happening.

Clare immediately began to rationalize, "Fitz just showed up on my doorstep all beaten up. He's having problems at home."

I gritted my teeth, "Sure, more lies! Why do you care?"

"Because anyone with a heart tries to help people when they're in trouble!"

"What are you saying?" I demanded, "That I'm some heartless monster?"

"Sometimes." Clare said coldly. My heart dropped into my stomach as silence filled the room. Clare's facial expression almost looked sorry for saying that, but regardless she elaborated, "How can you blame Fitz for Jillian's disappearance?" Aggression leaked into her voice, "Jillian is the one who decided to go bat poop on everybody! And then you guys had that stupid fight. I don't even wanna know how that all went down!"

"You know what?" I interrupted her, "Jillian and I may fight sometimes. But whenever I have a problem with anyone else, Jillian is always by my side! She's never betrayed me ever! She's always ready to fight for me, no matter what it is. She would never side against me!" Tears filled my eyes, "Unlike you apparently have."

"Look, Eli…." Fitz began.

I turned to Fitz with almost teary eyes, "I have nothing to say to you." I growled at him with the last amount of dignity I could muster. Then I stormed out the door.

"Me and Clare have a special connection!" I heard him yell out after me. That did it. I knew Fitz was trying to steal Clare away from me. Tears fell down my cheeks as I ran out to Morty. I opened up the driver's seat door and threw myself in, slamming the door hard enough so the entire vehicle shook.

I furiously banged my fists on the steering wheel, "AHHHHHH!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. It was all I could think to do at the moment. Finally, I exhaled slowly, with my fists still on the steering wheel. I let myself fall forward and I pressed my forehead to the top of the wheel, with my arms covering my head. I sat there alone and cried for what seemed like forever. Next thing I knew, I heard the clicking of the passenger's seat door opening and the vehicle shook as I heard the door shut again.

"I know you're mad but just let me explain….." Clare's voice said, "I didn't mean it when I said you were heartless."

"It's ok." I slowly lifted my head up, revealing my tear-stained face, "I deserve it." I sat back in my seat and blinked away some of the tears, "I don't wanna lose you, Clare."

Clare moved closer to me and put her arm around me, "You're not going to."

"I just feel like you're slipping away and…." I continued to sob, "….I can't stop it. First Julia…..now Jillian…" Clare tightened her grip on me as I continued to fall apart, "Don't leave me, ok? Please…" I looked at Clare, "Promise me, ok? Just promise me."

"Ok." Clare said in a whisper. She pulled me into her chest and I rested my head on her shoulder. She held me in her arms as tears continued to trickle down my cheeks. Clare wasn't gonna leave me. I needed her by my side now more than ever.

That night, I drove Morty through the rainy streets and looked out all the windows to see if there was any sign of Jillian. Bullfrog, who was sitting in the passenger's seat, looked around as well. "I don't get it….." I breathed, "We've practically searched this entire town. Where could she be?"

My dad sighed and averted his gaze from the drippy window, "Don't worry, kiddo. We're not giving up until we find her. Even if we have to continue tomorrow."

"No!" I practically shouted at him, "We're gonna find her tonight!"

"Look, Eli, it's been four hours already. We'll stay out as late as we can….." I pulled over near the curb. "Eli, what are you doing?"

Ignoring my dad, I stepped out of the hearse. I ran out into the streets and began to desperately search. "JILLIAN!" I yelled over the loud pitter-pattering of the rain falling onto the road, "JILLIAN!"

"Eli?" I heard. I whipped around and standing across the street from me, I saw a girl with long brunette hair.

I cocked my head to the side, "Jillian?"

The girl ran torwards me, "Eli, there you are! I've been looking all over for you!"

Suddenly, a wave of happiness washed over me, "Jillian!" I ran up to her and threw my arms around her, "Oh, Jillian! I was so worried!" I realized that she wasn't hugging me back. I pulled away, only to find an unfamiliar face staring back at me. My heart sunk as my arms slowly slid off of the strange girl's shoulders. She glared horrified at me.

A little boy, who looked to be around six years old, walked up to her, "Mommy, I'm right here!"

The woman that I had mistook for Jillian grabbed the little boy by the hand, "Let's go, Elijah." She insisted, running off with the little boy. Then I heard her whisper, "So many creeps in this city." With that, all my dignity and hope was torn to shreds. I stood there in the middle of the street, with my soaking wet bangs mixing with my tears. Sheets of rain continued to fall from the sky and soak me through my clothes. I ran up to a tin garbage can at the corner of the street and furiously kicked it over. All sorts of emotions were swirling through my head now. I stormed out into the middle of the street and stamped down hard in the puddles of rain. A few people driving towards me angrily beat their horns as they maneuvered their way around me. But I didn't give a shit. I stamped and kicked in the puddles of rain, and yanked and pulled on my hair.

"JILLIAN!" I cursed at the sky.

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