hug.
“Oh shut up and kiss me…”
As bad as it sounds, I couldn’t sit there and watch them kiss , because all I could picture was Hannah and that night at Silhouettes. Clearing my throat, I told them I would be right back and stepped out the back doors of the restaurant onto their patio. I needed some fresh air but I wasn’t sure how much the fresh air would help. My mind was driving me crazy and nothing seemed to help bring me back to sanity. The Davis’ suggested that I enroll into therapy but I wasn’t having all of that. What would talking to some stranger for forty-five minutes do and I wouldn’t feel right having Elliot Davis as my therapist. I just wanted Hannah to be back home and safe. Leaning my arms against the railing I looked out across the ocean. The sound of the waves crashing against the land was soothing. I’m not sure how long I stood there staring out at the ocean but Xavier had joined me quietly.
“You know…I never thought I would be where I am in life right now. Everything was fine—a little over a week ago and now my world has been shattered—completely turned upside-down. I hardly sleep, but when I do Hannah haunts my dreams. I’m not eating right anymore, because my mind is stuck on finding her. Who the fuck would take her? Why haven’t they tried to contact anyone regarding a ransom? No calls or letters scares the fuck out of me man. Like the police say…If there was some sort of contact they would believe there was a greater chance that she is still alive. She has to be alive…”
“She’s a fighter bro…She’s alive and we will find her. Now come back inside and drink your beer, I also ordered you some wings.” Xavier patted me on the back as I turned and walked back inside with him.
∙∞∙
About an hour later we found ourselves heading down the interstate towards Mission Beach. It wasn’t very far from the strip where Silhouettes is located, so we thought maybe—just maybe—we would find some trace of Hannah. We had to start somewhere and this beach was as good as anywhere else.
The lack of evidence has made Hannah’s case extremely difficult for the San Diego Police Department. The only evidence that was recovered in the alley was her shattered phone along with one bloody shoe, which was what we found ourselves. The canine unit was called in to thoroughly search the surrounding area, but nothing else was recovered. The amount of blood on the sandal was low, this made everyone very hopeful. The fact that the sandal was thrown into the dumpster meant they had time to cover their tracks, which isn’t good. This led the police to believe that she had to have been unconscious or knew her attacker. The fact that she possibly knew her attacker made me automatically jump back to pointing the blame at Landon. The feeling I got about him being guilty was something I couldn’t get out from beneath my skin. He was one of the last people to see her, the person who happened to find the sandal, and he had no emotion to the blood when he found it. Hell, even I broke down at the sight of the blood. Anyone in their right mind would, especially if they knew the person it belonged to.
The slam ming of the truck door brought me back to reality. I was still sitting in the front seat as Xavier and Abby made their way across the parking lot to the beach. I overheard Abby telling Xavier to let me be, that I would come down to the beach when I was ready. Abby is definitely going to be good for Xavier. She is just what he needs to calm him down and I am thankful they found each other—even through all this madness. The dreaded phone call from Alex had never come. Even though we weren’t all that close, due to the fact that he was never around, I still felt bad for how things ended between him and Abby. It was pretty shitty on her part, but what can you do? Nobody had heard from Alex since the escapade at the bar that night, but I chalked it up to him being back to work wherever his
“Oh shut up and kiss me…”
As bad as it sounds, I couldn’t sit there and watch them kiss , because all I could picture was Hannah and that night at Silhouettes. Clearing my throat, I told them I would be right back and stepped out the back doors of the restaurant onto their patio. I needed some fresh air but I wasn’t sure how much the fresh air would help. My mind was driving me crazy and nothing seemed to help bring me back to sanity. The Davis’ suggested that I enroll into therapy but I wasn’t having all of that. What would talking to some stranger for forty-five minutes do and I wouldn’t feel right having Elliot Davis as my therapist. I just wanted Hannah to be back home and safe. Leaning my arms against the railing I looked out across the ocean. The sound of the waves crashing against the land was soothing. I’m not sure how long I stood there staring out at the ocean but Xavier had joined me quietly.
“You know…I never thought I would be where I am in life right now. Everything was fine—a little over a week ago and now my world has been shattered—completely turned upside-down. I hardly sleep, but when I do Hannah haunts my dreams. I’m not eating right anymore, because my mind is stuck on finding her. Who the fuck would take her? Why haven’t they tried to contact anyone regarding a ransom? No calls or letters scares the fuck out of me man. Like the police say…If there was some sort of contact they would believe there was a greater chance that she is still alive. She has to be alive…”
“She’s a fighter bro…She’s alive and we will find her. Now come back inside and drink your beer, I also ordered you some wings.” Xavier patted me on the back as I turned and walked back inside with him.
∙∞∙
About an hour later we found ourselves heading down the interstate towards Mission Beach. It wasn’t very far from the strip where Silhouettes is located, so we thought maybe—just maybe—we would find some trace of Hannah. We had to start somewhere and this beach was as good as anywhere else.
The lack of evidence has made Hannah’s case extremely difficult for the San Diego Police Department. The only evidence that was recovered in the alley was her shattered phone along with one bloody shoe, which was what we found ourselves. The canine unit was called in to thoroughly search the surrounding area, but nothing else was recovered. The amount of blood on the sandal was low, this made everyone very hopeful. The fact that the sandal was thrown into the dumpster meant they had time to cover their tracks, which isn’t good. This led the police to believe that she had to have been unconscious or knew her attacker. The fact that she possibly knew her attacker made me automatically jump back to pointing the blame at Landon. The feeling I got about him being guilty was something I couldn’t get out from beneath my skin. He was one of the last people to see her, the person who happened to find the sandal, and he had no emotion to the blood when he found it. Hell, even I broke down at the sight of the blood. Anyone in their right mind would, especially if they knew the person it belonged to.
The slam ming of the truck door brought me back to reality. I was still sitting in the front seat as Xavier and Abby made their way across the parking lot to the beach. I overheard Abby telling Xavier to let me be, that I would come down to the beach when I was ready. Abby is definitely going to be good for Xavier. She is just what he needs to calm him down and I am thankful they found each other—even through all this madness. The dreaded phone call from Alex had never come. Even though we weren’t all that close, due to the fact that he was never around, I still felt bad for how things ended between him and Abby. It was pretty shitty on her part, but what can you do? Nobody had heard from Alex since the escapade at the bar that night, but I chalked it up to him being back to work wherever his
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