Forever Running

Forever Running | Chapter Eleven

Troy's POV

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Andreas magazine laid on the floor, untouched for the past ten minutes, while I explained Destiny's disappearance.

Owen sat up from his seat. A bead of sweat on his forehead glistened in the light. His face turned hard, his mouth forming a thin line and his eyes narrowing. His mind seemed to be roaring, like his thoughts twisted into a raging tornado refusing to blow over. This same face replicated Andrea's. This same exact face was the face Owen had made when he heard of his own brother's disappearance.

"I'm sorry." he finally uttered. "but we can't help you." I stood up, with a hardened expression.

"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing exactly where this conversation was going to go.

"We just-I can't help." he stuttered. He let out a huge sigh and ran his hands though his hair. "You know what happened to..." His voice trailed off.

"James." I finished for him. James was the youngest, adopted brother of the Thomson's family. He was an awkward kid who liked to remain silent but had trouble fitting in. He would lack in school, art, fitness, and any other field. Two years ago, James had run away from his home, since he obviously hated it so much, but since his dad had a high ranking status in the government, he wasn't going to let him leave so easily. Especially since the government was starting to look for hundreds of run away kids.

Owen and Andrea obviously loved their brother, even if they didn't show it. It was the exact same mistake I made with Destiny.

"You can't send out another search team? Or one of those undercover kids who act like the run aways?" I asked.

"No," answered Andrea. "The last time

we did that....someone was killed." she looked up at me with her hazel eyes watering. "You didn't hear about that?"

"Yea, I did." I replied rubbing the back of my neck. I overheard some of the guys on the street talking about it.

"You should leave." said Owen abruptly. "You know we tried everything we could with trying to find James, and with what Destiny's been out through, it was only a matter of time before she would leave. There's nothing we could do." He turned back towards the staircase he came down from.

"Wow," I laughed. Owen snapped his head in my direction, Andrea's eyes locked onto mine as well, clearly shocked by my behaviour.

"You two really forgot how I work, didn't you?" I said, my mouth curving into a smile. Owen raised and eyebrow, Andrea cocked her head to the right in confusion.

"You think I would come to you without a back-up plan?"

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Destiny's POV

The silver plate shook with the same motion of my hands as I placed it, along with my spoon, on the old yet long wooden table. The smell of sweat and smoke filled the remarkably large room. I lifted my head slightly to get a better look of the ceiling. Large white ceiling lamps hung from the ceiling, swaying gently to the breeze the roaring fan was producing. The room was filled far and near with children all who laughed, screamed, cried and didn't mine their volume. The place looked old, worn out, yet surprisingly familiar.

"Here you go!" Came a booming voice that dropped a pound of...of...slop, onto my silver plate. I looked up to see a tall, yet young woman holding a pot with one hand and her hip and holding a soup spoon in the other.