Cleo's POV
I was curled up on the corner of my old bed crying. I had moved back into my dad's house temporarily so as to get my life back on track from my break up. The thing was the break up was no longer the thing bothering me. I was distraught about what I had done to Bella. I did it with her boyfriend and I hated myself for it. Only last week she was confiding in me about how she was going to ask will his thoughts about getting married and I egged her on thinking it was great how she was going to be blunt, shy away from tradition. Now I felt sick. Actually I felt physically sick.
I ran to the bathroom and began to throw up. As I stood up I looked in the mirror supporting my body weight with my arms pressuring the sink. I saw my reflection. I looked like a sick ghost not just from the physicality of me being sick but the look I saw through my eyes. Hatred, guilt and most of all anger.
Anger that he took advantage of me at such a weak moment. He had a girlfriend for god sake! But I came on to him. I was being harsh he went along with it but I initiated it. How stupid could I be? I went back to my starting point and once again curled up on the bed. Just as I got comfortable I hearted the door knock. I was reluctant for anyone to see me in this state so I yelled down the stairs.
"Kimmmm get the door now" there was no reply and the knocking grew louder so I got up and wiped my face with a towel before reaching the door and seeing a distraught and very unexpected Zane.
"Is Rikki here? " he to had evidently been crying and I just told him she wasn't and tried to get him calm enough to tell me the story. " she never came home last night and she said she was just locking up but b-b-but she she said she saw a man at the dock... Bad feeling" through his ramblings I got the idea that she was in a bad situation and I was scared but seeing that Zane was breaking down in front of me I had to stay strong.
"Have you tried ringing her?" I questioned innocently and I just got a look in return which told me he thought that was a stupid question. He replied anyway "her bag was deserted in the middle of the street that the cafés on. Her phone was in it. This gives me a really bad feeling though because she won't go anywhere without her bag"I nodded because I knew this to be true. " you text all the others to meet here and I'll call the police" I was reluctant to come in contact with Will but Rikki was much more important "Ok " he agreed obviously happy to be doing something and removed his top of the range phone from his jeans pocket and scrolled through his contacts clicking on 'Bella' obviously top of the list alphabetically, and it began to dial.
A few minuets later we were all gathered in our living room and waiting for the police to arrive. I was staring at the floor trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. I guess they would presume this was entirely out of concern for Rikki but I knew better. Just then there was a knock at the door and Zane, who sat closest went eagerly to answer it. There stood two police members and I invited them in. Once they were sat comfortably having refused drinks the first policeman spoke.
"When did you last see Rikki Chadwick?" Zane answered
"About four o'clock yesterday afternoon, she said she would lock the cafe up, that's Rikkis cafe by the way. I went home and fell asleep and I presumed she just came in late and left early so I didn't worry until this afternoon when I went to find the cafe still open and the keys on the floor with her bag a few feet away. Someone took her I know they did please find her." The pleading in his voice was crazy. I had always seen Zane as an emotionless pig and had no clue what Rikki saw in him but I could tell he really loved her.
"We will do all that is possible I promise" the second policeman comforted Zane
" was Rikki acting oddly about anything when you last saw her? did she say anything odd?" the first policeman said; He seemed un interested in Zane's emotions .
" yes" Zane answered remembering that last conversation with Rikki " she recognised a man at the docks. She said he made her feel un easy like she knew him. She was worried I could tell even if he tried to hide it. I should never have let her lock up I am so stupid. I love her I really do I love her. Find her, bring her back to me" After this Zane covered his head in his hands and I guessed he was crying. This was a very rare sight and not as pleasurable as I used to think it would be when he annoyed me when we were younger. I felt really sorry for him.
The police told us that after 24 hours they would open her as an official missing person case then organise a search for her. I felt so hopeless and I knew Zane did to.