Blair

The bell rang, signaling that school was over.

Classroom doors were swung open with rowdy children emerging from each side of the hall. Three months have have already flown by, without Blake's reappearance. It was getting more difficult to stay optimistic about it.

These kind of things take time, they'll found find her, my mind would always tell me. As regards to my mother, the day after I kicked her out, she took all of her belongings and left for good. Dad later informed me that she's now staying with a co-worker for a little while.

It's just the two of us now.

I've also been receiving pity from a lot of people lately. I'm sorry about about your sister. I really feel for you Blair. I hope they find Blake. It all made me want to scream in their faces. Even people who I barely talk to would send me their condolences.

They all talk about her like she's dead. The police are still actively investigating and gathering evidence on the case. Everyone treats me like I'm fragile piece of glass and I hate it.

I roughly bumped shoulders with multiple people, trying to make my way to the door. I was grateful it was June and didn't have much longer with these people. When I started to approach Lea and Jane, I caught a little snippet of their conversation.

"Leelee look at the bikini I just brought for your pool party."

"Thats so hot! I have to order mine before it sells out," Lea replied, closing her locker. I lingered around the area, pretending to be on my phone.

"Make sure you invite Aaron too," Jane insisted.

"Why so he can see you in minimal clothing?" Lea bit her lip, containing a mischievous smile.

"Well duh."

It took all the strength in me not to slap those smiles off their faces. They know what happened to my sister. I know it.

Here it's been a little over three months and they're carrying on with their glorious luxurious lives. Like they don't care my life has been wrecked.

I stalked though the rest of the crowd, shaking my head with a hard expression. The scorching hot sun beated down on my back once I was outside. I spotted my friend Scarlett walking in my direction.

"Chris is looking for you," She grinned.

"Oh my god what does the little maggot want now?" I groaned.

"I don't know but he most definitely is crushing on you. You used to have a crush on him too right?"

"Yeah and I don't know what was wrong with me," I grumbled.

"Well someone's extra feisty today," She laughed.

"I just wanna go home. I'll call you later or something," I waved her off,  starting the route back to my house. I've been walking home since Blake obviously can't give me one anymore.

It wasn't a long walk though so I didn't mind it. My shadow cast a tall lanky figure in front of me as I walked the cracked sidewalk. I plugged in my earphones and let my favorite song play on loop. 

When my house soon came into view I sped up my pace, desperately needing to lay down. I barely got any sleep last night. I actually haven't slept correctly since Mom left.

I hurriedly unlocked my door and let my bag fall to the floor once I was inside. I yanked my earphones out of my ears as I walked toward the basement door. 

Once I was in the basement, I switched the tv on and plopped myself on the black leather sectional. With The Simpsons playing on a low volume, I allowed my eyelids to droop. Shortly, I was in a peaceful sleep. 

*

 Faint sounds of the doorbell pulled me of my slumber. I rubbed my drowsy eyes as I groggily got up and walked back up the stairs. 

Yawning, I opened the door to see two familiar police officers standing before me. Officer Reeve, a short stubby middle aged man. On the left stood Officer Springs, a tall lean young man. 

"W-whats going on, did you find anything?"I rubbed my eyes again, still fatigued.

Officer Springs took off his police visor, "Are your parents home?"

"No it's just me. What'd you guys find?" I grew curious.

Officer Reeve let out an exasperated sigh. "Blair we've questioned everyone we could and did all our research. Nothing adds up. We've decided to . . . " He paused.

"Decided to what?!" 

"We're ending our investigation," Officer Springs finished. 

"You're what?" I growled. 

"Blair, it's been over three months and we've made no progress. It's mostly likely that she's . . . ," He gulped uncomfortably. "Deceased."

My heart instantly plummeted into my stomach at his words. My breath hitched, my hand cupping over my mouth.

"No. No no no no," I mumbled. I cupped a hand over my mouth as hot tears streamed down my cheeks. 

"We're terribly sorry Blair, we send you our condolences. Have a good night," Officer Springs said with sincerity. 

I closed the door softly, in a trance. My mind was working frantically to register what just happened. I slowly got down on my knees and crawled into the nearby corner. I pulled at the roots of my hair, my body heaving and tears sliding down my cheeks faster. 

An ear splitting scream escaped my lips.

I screamed mostly at myself and my behavior towards her. All the terrible things I said to her. Now she's gone for good and I couldn't take any of it back.

I wanted to crawl into a rut and never see the daylight again. My heart felt heavy and I couldn't control my choppy breaths.   

I got up and ran to the kitchen, snatching the slim black house phone off the hook.

My thumb moved quickly, reciting the number of Taylor Enterprises in my mind. I paced around the kitchen waiting for an answer.

"Taylor Enterprises, how may I help you?" A perky woman picked up.

"I-I need to speak with Robert Taylor please," My voice was hoarse and held urgency. 

She paused for a few seconds, "I'm sorry but Mr. Taylor isn't taking any personal calls right now. You'll have to try la-"

I pressed my lips against the speaker, making sure she heard every word, "This is Blair Taylor - his daughter. Do it now or I swear I'll come down there myself!"

"I-I'm sorry let me transfer you now," She stammered. A few rings rung before my dad's voice came through the line.

"Blair?"

I instantly began rambling what happened, and I knew my words probably came across as unfathomable.

"Sweet pea slow down, I cant understand you."

"Daddy she's dead! The police just came," I sobbed. 

I heard shuffling through the line. "I'm coming home now," He said hurriedly.

*

Lea

"It's reported that 17 year old Blake Taylor, has been pronounced dead after a three month investigation. The police predict that it was most likely an abduction, but are yet to find the culprit who committed the crime. The case is very strange as to there's limited evidence, investigators say. Her body remains unfound. That's all for now. More to come on this breaking story."

I sat on my couch, nibbling at nails with worry etched on my faced. The guilt was eating away at my sides and I didn't know if I could take it anymore. True, I was mean to the girl - but I still didn't mean for anything this bad to happen to her. 

Blake is dead and it's all my fault.

I realized what I had to do. 

I reached for my phone resting on the side table near the lamp. I took a deep calming breath before dialing Jane's number. I couldn't take being alone in this situation anymore. 

"Hey Lee what's up?"

"Jane I need you to come over here. Now," I replied shakily.

"Everything ok?" She asked. I hung up, not wanting to give her an explanation just yet.

It's time to come clean. 

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