I groan, looking down at the ID caller. She's probably laughing her ass off right now. 


I wonder why I feel so relaxed. Damn. I roll my shoulders and put the towel over it. I wipe the sweat from my head and walk home to the living room. 

I See Jay passed out on my couch and Freddie still playing Call Of Duty. God, I love that game. My phone rings again and I pick it up. 

K - Hello?

A - Haz? Hello?

K - Yeah, Anthea,whats up? 

I shoot a quick look at Jay and notice he was already looking back at me. Well, he woke up quicker than expected.

A - Dee. I'm worried about her-

K - Did she tell you to call me and fuck around with me?

A - No god NO! She's been stuck in her room and she hasn't come to for hours now! 

K - I'll be there in a few.

I end the call and run to bathroom, taking a quick shower. 

She's been calling me for the past hour and I've been ignoring her calls because of the god damn challenge. I should have realised something was wrong.  She could have been hurt for all I know. 

"Guys, I'm going off to Dee's. " I yell as I walk out the door at a quick pace.

I heard shuffling behind me and notice Freddie and Jay following me to my car. "Guess we're coming too," 

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"What's wrong? Where is she?" I say entering the house with knocking. 

Janyce points upstairs nervously, making me bolt upstairs, missing steps as I went up. I knock on her door lightly, hoping I don't startle her in any way. "Princess?" I say quietly. 

I hear small footsteps run to the door. The door opens to reveal Dee, with dry tears and mascara running down her face. Her nose deep red, her cheeks flustered and her eyes teary. She's been crying and knowing that if I picked up the calls she left, then I could have avoided her emotional distress.  

She instantly embraces me, while I wrap my arms around her tightly. I close the door with my foot, hearing her quiet cries which dishearted me so much. "Hey, hey, hey. It's okay princess. I'm here. Everything Is okay." I whisper into her hair. 

She sniffles and looks up. "K-az-I-" I shhhhed her and let her calm down a bit before she could speak. 

She pulls me to her bad and sits on it. I sit next to her and look down at her. "Now, whats wrong babes?" I ask curiously. 

"Did you ever have siblings?" She asks still looking down. 

I frown. "Yes, I do but I don't talk to them very often." 

"Why?" She questions me as wipes her nose with a tissue. 

"Dee, please be straightforward. What happened. I'm worried." I say putting my hand around her waist. 

She looks up at me with her huge brown eyes. "I do too," she says. 

I pull a twisted face. "But you said-" 

She cut me off. "- I just found out. I don't know where he is. I don't know what he looks like. I just feel so heartbroken. He knew me but I don't remember a speck of him in my life." she says hugging herself. 

She gets off her bed and walks to her desk. "His name is Thomas," she says as she hands me a book with bold blue and green letter  'THOMAS'. 

I flick through the photo album while Dee watches me. I sigh and put the book aside me. "I don't know what to say, Dee," I say looking at her. 

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