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Blythe
i'm gonna change and then i'm gonna take this to the police. i don't care if whoever this is, is gonna hurt me, but i need to find my daughter.

"or maybe that's a dumb idea." i questioned myself. if whoever it is finds out that i went to the police, they could harm my daughter or kill her if they wanted to.

i stuffed the bag of hair in my drawer. i changed into more comfortable clothes before heading downstairs.

"zion?" i called out. his back was turned and he had my phone in his hand. he turned to me with tears in his eyes.

"where did you have to go?" he asked.

"i told you, i can't tell you."

"come on, blythe. this is about alanna isn't it?"

i sighed.

"zion...."

"oh my gosh, blythe this ain't fair. who am i gonna tell? the cops? my mom?"

"who told you to go through my phone?"

"clearly, no one since it's just me, but that's not the point. you're keeping things from me and i don't like it."

"some things need to be kept secret."

"can you just tell me.....if you have any update about alanna?"

"there's no update." i said. he nodded. he gave me my phone and headed upstairs. i cant risk putting him in danger. and now this is messing up our relationship.

Zion
i don't even know what to do anymore. i hate secrets. especially during a time like this? how can she do this to me? this is my child as well. i deserve to know what's going on. do i just not exist anymore? does she not trust me? maybe she doesn't love me anymore. i wouldn't be surprised. it seems like everything is falling apart.

"zion?" i heard. omfg.

"what?" i said with my face stuffed in a pillow.

"i'm sorry. so sorry. i don't want us to start fighting again, please? but i can't tell you. at least not now."

i lifted my head.

"i can't do this anymore." i said.

"do what?"

"this! i hate fighting with you. i actually thought, after our talk, we would be okay. better than okay, but i was wrong."

"zion, please don't do this. i ca-"

"this is messing with me mentally and i just can't take it."

"so that's it? you're leaving me? after i chose you?"

"i think....we should take some time apart."

"but when you broke down crying after you found out i was leaving, i stayed. why can't you just hold on a little longer for me? for alanna?"

"it's not my fault, babe. it's you."

"oh, so everything is my fault? how can you even say that?"

"because i'm not keeping secrets! i'm open with you. i told you how i felt about this and about you leaving. i cried for you, but you're STILL keeping secrets."

"you know what, chile?" she walked over to the drawers and threw a bag of hair on the bed.

"what is that?"

"dark brown curls.." she said.

"alanna's hair?" i questioned.

"i was told not to tell anyone where i was going for your safety, alanna's safety and my safety. if you tell anyone-"

"i won't. look, i-"

"still planning to leave me at the worst time ever?"

"you're acting like you weren't tryna leave me 4 days ago!"

"because you might fucking kill yourself, z!"

it went silent for a couple of seconds.

"don't you think i knew what you meant? you couldn't be by yourself? because you couldn't take it anymore! why would i leave you when you're hurting so much? and you actually opened up to me and told me how you felt. my heart hurts for you and i don't want you to have a lot on your plate, so i didn't tell you!"

"blythe-"

"no, save it! i care about you, okay? so this isn't about me! i'm doing this for alanna's safety. and yours. you don't need more stress and heartbreak."

"okay....i see where you're coming from."

"fights happen." she said wrapping her arms around my waist.

"but this much? i don't know if-"

"i know it's a lot, but after everything we're going through? i'm not surprised we started to fight even more."

"but i-"

"from now on, i promise to tell you everything, okay? but we gotta stay strong together."

"i know. okay, i'm sorry."

"don't be sorry. we're all on edge. so please, don't leave me."

"i won't, i promise."

"okay, are we done now?" she asked letting go.

"mhm."

she began to tell me about the anonymous text and the alley.

"so this is the exact place you almost died at?" i asked.

"yeah, dry blood was still there and everything."

"it's karen!" i said standing up.

"what? she's in jail."

"what if she's out?"

"how? they got her locked up. she can't harm anyone."

"but-"

"i know she put us through a lot, but she can't get us here or our kid."

"i hope you're right. but it has to be someone who knew about what happened to you. someone who was there."

"i don't know, but-"

"why don't you get some rest?"

"rest? blythe, i don't need rest."

"you seem stressed."

"of course i am! look, can we just go back to the alley and-"

"no, we can't. if whoever this is found out i told someone, they will hurt my baby."

"so what? we have to solve this ourselves?"

"i just miss my baby...so much.." she cried.

"we will find her. you're gonna have to talk to me from now on, okay?" i asked.

"okay." we hugged and talked for a bit.

"i feel like the cops aren't doing anything." i sighed.

"yeah, it feels like it." she said.

"i don't know how we're gonna do this on our own. it's dangerous."

"whatever gets me my daughter back."

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ok so i made another story but it's ONLY for my friends, but if you wanna read it than go ahead, but it's not about the boys.