Nessa pov
It's been two days already, martins is nowhere to be found, and for the first time, i actually feel scared, there's no report, and we also want it to be a quiet search, within us, not including the media , it was john's idea, and probably the best idea.
Mom is a walking ghost as it has come to her notice that martins is missing , i have no explanation for that either, mega and i are a team searching the town for him, while mom seat at home panicking, she hasn't eaten or drank, all i hear are whispers, she’s crying too much.
I had called a million times, but all to no avail, martins is missing, i just hope he’s fine, he sounded broken on the voice messages, over and over i play it , and i feel more pain, mom caused him real pain, but that wasn't enough for him to go out of reach.
Martin believed in dialogue, something must have made him fine up, is there something mom isn’t telling me? No, she didn't tell me there was an extra fight. All she said was she'd sent him away from the house, which I am still sad and angry about.
But i have checked everywhere except one place , and one person, linda, picking up my phone, she still hasn't replied my message, i had fixed a meeting earlier,she is the only person who might hold martins, not that i trust him, but i don't trust her, and i can't tell mom, where i am going , she would want to yank her hair off..
Smiles
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Well i would do that if i were in her shoes, but now all i want is reason why martins would be missing, parking at the lot, i see her car there, she's seated staring at my car, through her thick eye shades, her legs crossed on each other, and her hands resting diligently on her thighs.
How can she be so composed, after all the havoc she had caused, when she sees me pull over a grin settled on her face and has refused to disappear, till I was just a feet away from her., “ where the fuck is martins?” i asked nonchalantly, my eyes giving nothing but deadly stares at her.
“ well, i know nothing about martin’ she replies smiling, “ bitch!” I lost it, the bees were buzzing in my head already, I pulled her hair, I hated her so much, “ leave me alone… leave me alone” she pushed me forcefully but i held her hair firmly, she had been a perpetrator or jealous, causing damage.
“ provide martins now!”
“ I don't know where .. I don’t know!” she pushes herself away from me as she moves steps back, both of us panting, as the tug of war was over..maybe,
“ what do you mean by you don't know, i know you linda, you are one desperate woman, and would do anything to get your way”
“ I am not with him , I don't can’t comprehend , where are martins?’ she asked, i felt my guard fall as she looked so worried, “ you don't know where martins is?” i asked, still panting, “ fuck how would i know he just yelled over the phone after the news and that was the last time speaking to him “ she said.
My heart stops for a second, if she doesn't know him, then where is martin?, “ where is martin?” she asked, i don't answer that as my mind runs far and wild, where is martin , is he ok?,
‘ any news?”
Sender , sweet mom
My heart skips a beat ones more, can she take this, knowing her lover leaves her again, mom would be broken, so fuckin broken, like dark humor kind of broken
“ Where is Martin, is he okay?” Linda asked but i shut the door immediately, “fuck..fuck..fuck!!’ i slam my hand continuously on the steering wheel til i felt exhausted enough , my head finds its way on the wheel as i exhale deeply.
“ just a sign” i whispered
Sinclair pov
Staring at my phone for the tenth timne in ten seconds, tear pricked the corner of my eyes, guilt embracing my mind, and thoughts, i told him to get out of my life, and out my house, i referred to him as a fuck boy, my heart aches again just thinking about the harsh words i used on him, did he really go out of my life.
how can i be so stupid, just one tie i was given the opportunity to be in someones arm, i fuck it all up, a tear drop falls to my open palm as i pick my phone, calling him but it’s turned off, it switches to voicemessage.
“Martins if you can hear this, it might be the ten thousand message i have dropped, saying please come back home, i am sorry I said you should get out of my life..”
Chokes
“ i am sorry i said you should get out of my life, but i was sad, i was stupid, please come back home”
I choked a little then drop my phone, did he go to baldwin?, balwin? how did i not think of that, he must have gone back home, cleaning my eyes i take my phone, and my purse, taking an elevator ride down the basement.
As I chose a car, fast a convenient for a love rescue mission
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Parked outside his painted hut, i stare at it for ages, as i journey down memory lane, i fell in love in this place, now i am back to find my love, it looked good, after we had left i had sent people to maintain it, for weird reasons i really love it here.. We loved it here.
Stepping down from the car, i closed it shit , hoping he would come out with a casual wear, and then it would be like in the movies where i stand outside saying how sorry i am , but the only sound that filled my heart and ear is the sound of the hummingbird and that of the dancing trees and flowers.
The house was voi md of human presence
He must be resting, so i take step forward, knocking on the wooden door, my ears as alert as the owls at night but still nothing, i knock even harder, yet no response, my heart falls as this was my only hope to seeing him again, a drop of tear pool in my eyes as I let my thoughts and imagine die inside me .
No
“ martins, please open the door, its sinclair, please open up, i know you are in there, please” i say but no reply, all hear is slihght creeks, it's impossible, martins comes here all the time, there no other place for him to go to, did he go out of the country? I should go to the airport i need to .. I need to check if he's still in the country. I can't let him leave,not with those words in his heart.
Cleaning my eyes, i take to my heels as i got to the car, tossing my purse in first as i slide in, jamming the door, my phone rings, ‘fuck!!” slamming my hands on the wheel, my head’s a mess, my minds a pile of trash, whoever it is can wait, he might be in the airport now.
Cleaning my eyes alongside my wet my nose, the phone keep on ringing, maybe it's Nessa she must have gotten home, reaching for my purse i take my phone out a little bit disappointed, it's the detective, i had hired earlier, “ yes” i replied trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
“ we had found his body”
‘body?”