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Chapter Thirteen

Mason

When noneof the girls were answering their phones, I felt my chest tighten. Thoughts started running through my head.

Is Lennox okay? Is she just having fun with her friends and not checking her phone? Maybe she forgot it in her room. Is it possible that Chris managed to get out of his house arrest? Could he have shown up and hurt her?

I turned and grabbed Dane by his shirt. “What room are they in?”

“Come on, I’ll show you.” He smacked Trent on the back of his head as we walked away.

“What’s going on?” Trent asked, chasing after us.

“The girls are missing,” I told him, trying to control the anger in my voice.

“What do you mean, missing?”

“They were supposed to be here at midnight and they’re not. They won’t answer their phones either,” Dane said rushing to the elevator.

We only had to go up a few floors, but the slow elevator seemed to move at a snails pace. I was anxious and damn near bouncing to get off.

When the doors opened, Dane stormed through them, making a right and leading us down the hall.

He stopped at room 402 and he pounded on the door.

We waited.

He pounded again and again until we finally heard rustling behind it.

Alissa opened the door with her hair a mess and her black eye makeup smeared across her face.

Dane grabbed her and pulled her to his chest while Trent and I rushed past them. Trent found Sarah passed out in bed, he went to her automatically.

I searched the other bedroom, the bathroom, and the living space, but came up empty handed.

“Dane, she’s not here.” He could detect the fear and worry in my voice.

“What’s going on?” Alissa asked, pulling away from Dane. I could tell she was just as worried, picking up on our urgency.

Dane placed his hands on either side of her face. He leveled his eyes on her. “What happened? Where is Lennox?”

Her eyes found mine from over Dane’s shoulder. “I don’t know,” she cried. “I don’t remember anything.” She almost collapsed but Dane caught her just in time and moved her to the bed to sit down.

“Alissa, think. What do you remember?”

Her eyes flashed around the room, trying to remember what had happened.

“Alissa, please try and remember anything you can,” I pleaded with her.

Sarah sat up. “That bitch drugged us.”

All of our attention went to her.

“Who?” Trent asked.

“Jessica, she drugged us!” She threw the blankets off of her and tried to stand. She swayed before sitting back down, grabbing her head.

“Somebody better tell me what the fuck happened before I trash this room!” I laced my fingers into my hair, pulling slightly, hoping the pain eased my anger and fear.

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