Chapter Seven
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Eddie's P.O.V.
I didn't understand why everyone was making such a big deal out of this. I mean, grieve about Joy but why the letter? It's obviously some Pretty Little Liars wannabe. I mean, yeah, I'm scared. But, there was no need for Fabian to freaking break my ear drums screaming in my face. I guess he's freaking out about Nina and all this. That night I called a Sibuna meeting but Fabian and Amber weren't there.
"Has anyone seen Fabian or Amber?" I asked.
"Not since that fight you and Fabian had." Alfie said.
"Um, do you think, something, h-happened t-to t-th-them?" Patricia stuttered. She was in shock from Joy's death.
"NO!" I yelled.
"Well, they would've been back by now!" Patricia yelled.
"Trixie, I honestly don't want to believe Fabian and Amber are dead or kidnapped." Alfie said.
"Well Fabian was right Eddie!" Patricia yelled.
"They probably were killed or kidnapped. That C is coming!" Patricia snapped.
"NO! NO! NO! I'm not going to believe that!" I yelled.
"Guys! Calm down!" K.T hissed.
"Where ever Fabian and Amber are right now, I'm sure they're fine! Now guys! Just shut up!" K.T. said. Then she walked up to her room. The rest of us did the same.
I couldn't sleep again. There was too much going on in my mind. Where would they go? I got up and went downstairs for a glass of water. My throat felt like there was mucus on every side of it. Oh great, illness. Just what I need right now. I opened the fridge and got a glass of water. I drank it and it did nothing. That was a waste of five minutes. I went into Jerome and Alfie's room to get Alfie. I glanced over at Jerome's bed and saw blood dripping on the floor and a hand dangling off the bed. Shit.