MISSING.

Chapter: 24

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The bikers had searched aimlessly for the girl for hours but couldn't find her. She hasn't gone with her phone and so Beach couldn't call her. Her phone was with him. He had made sure to pick it up from where she had dropped it while she ran right there at the door. He was tired of looking. It was late night and the moonlight was the only brightness on the dead roads. He put his bike to a stop and sat motionless on it with both hands digging into his pockets and eyes wandering both ways, filled with worry and self-loath.

Why had he let himself get carried away?

Why didn't he just ignore those damn feelings?

He rubbed at his eyes, a few tears came down with his fingers when he pulled them out.

He shouldn't have spoken to JP in such a harsh manner.

He doesn't deserve that.

The night was quiet...as silent as can be. He could make out all the sounds. The owl hooting from a tree nearby, the constant flow of the ocean waves, and the constant trampling as dried leaves go