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He glances at me, “How would you even know where to look? No, she’s not okay. She’s a fucking mess.”
“I don’t. But I’m going to find her if it’s the last thing I do.”
After pulling on my sweatpants and T-shirt, I grab my keys, ready to head out.
“Call me if you find her. We can’t even call the police because she’s legally an adult and she left a note. She wasn’t taken.”
I nod and head out to my vehicle. The last place I want to go searching is the drug-infested parts of Stroudsburg, but I have no choice.
After searching nearly every inch of this godforsaken place, I hear a voice behind me I haven’t heard in years.
“Nash?” He asks.
I turn to see Matt, who I haven’t seen since the night I was arrested.
“What are you looking for? I’ll hook you up with whatever you need.”
I shake my head, “I don’t do drugs.”
My eyes scan the area for Ivy, but I don’t see her amongst the homeless people lying all over the ground beside the train tracks.
Pulling out my phone, I show the picture to Matt, “This is Ivy. Have you seen her?”
Matt stares at the picture while making a whistling sound, “Fuck. She’s hot. I wish I had but I haven’t.”
I bite back the threat trying to escape from me.
“Thanks. I have to go. It was good seeing you.”
“Is she missing?” He calls after me.
I turn back to him and nod, “Yes she is.”
He smiles, “Pity.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
NASH
It’s been two weeks since Ivy disappeared from her bedroom. Two fucking weeks of searching and not finding anything. I know she’s off somewhere doing drugs. What if I never find her? Or worse, what if I find her and it’s too fucking late? The last thing I ever want to do is tell my dad his daughter is dead. Her phone has been off. I’ve called her five times a day over the last fourteen. When I call her now, and it rings three times, I nearly gasp. Then she answers. She fucking answers. I don’t bother asking if she’s okay because she’s sobbing and howling like she’s in pain.
“Baby girl, tell me where you are.”
When she tells me where she’s at, and I realize she’s at that woman’s apartment, the one with all the drugs, I see red. This woman is twice her age, and she’s supplying her with drugs. I’m going to fucking kill her myself. I’m pissed at myself for not even thinking of looking there two weeks ago.
“Princess, stay put. I’ll be there soon.”
She begs, “Don’t go. Please. Don’t leave me alone.”
“Okay. I’m here. I’m on my way to you. I won’t hang up.”
I spend the entire drive listening to her sob. It guts me in a way nothing ever has before. Listening to her like this makes me drive faster. I want to get there, take her into my arms, and fix whatever has her so upset. But nothing could’ve prepared me for what I would face.
Climbing out of the vehicle, I race to the apartment door, stepping over trash just like last time, I knock lightly and open the door. The scene before is heart-stopping. The blonde woman from before is on the floor with a needle sticking out of her arm, and dried vomit covering her face. I’m pretty sure she’s dead. I look to my right and find Ivy rocking back and forth, sobbing. I walk over to the woman and check for a pulse. She’s dead.
Going over to Ivy, I pick her up and sit on the filthy small couch and hold her tight, “It’s going to be okay, baby girl. Who is the woman?”
“My mom.”
