Don't Stop

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  • Published: 2 Dec 2017
  • Updated: 19 Oct 2018
  • Status: Complete
Sherryn and Toby were troublemakers.
Always have been.
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They've been best friends since the third grade.
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Sherryn's mom is always working at the hospital, so she's never around to see what her mom's boyfriend does to her.
Toby's parents are drug abusers and alcoholists.
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Sherryn's stubborn, and Toby has anger issues, but he'll deny it every time you try to tell him.
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They did something bad. They've done a lot of bad stuff before, but this one was too far.
And now they have to be on the move if they don't want to get caught.




The officers that went to go see Laura, went to the address she gave them the next day. As they were on their way there, they started talking about what might be going on.

"They're probably just young teenagers that are in love and their parents don't want them to be together so they ran away," the first officer says. The second officer shakes his head.

"That's your reason for any case of missing teenagers." The first officer just shrugs.

"I'll bet eighty bucks if it is." The second officer laughs, thinking he's joking. When he doesn't hear his partner laughing, he glances at him to see his facial expression before turning his attention back to the road.

"Wait, you're serious?" The first officer nods.

"Yeah. If I'm right, you pay me eighty bucks. If I'm wrong, I pay you eighty bucks." The second officer shrugs.

"Whatever. Deal." The first officer pumps the air. When they make it to the apartment building, they climb the flights of stairs. The second officer stops to catch his breath.

"Jesus! Why do they live all the way up here?" The first officer just laughs at him.

"I've asked you many times to go work out with me!" He calls behind him, as he continues to climb the stairs without him. They finally make it to the address and the first officer knocks. The door opens, revealing a baggy-eyed looking woman.

"Oh, thank God you're here! I was just about to call 911!" The officers glance at each other before turning back to the woman.

"Are you Ms. Davidson?" The woman scoffs.

"No! I'm Shelley Williams. I was Mrs. Davidson. I'm divorced." The first officer's face turns red.

"Oh, I, uh, I'm so sorry-" the woman cuts him off.

"It doesn't matter. Please come in." When the woman turns around, the second officer snickers at the first officer before stepping in. The first officer just rolls his eyes. When they step in, they take in their surroundings, just like they did at the first woman's house. In the living room, there's a man, sitting in a chair with a busted lip, and a swollen bruised eye. He had a scowl on his face. The first officer points at him.

"And who is this?" He asks. The lady glances at him.

"This is Kyle. He's my boyfriend." They both nod, but have a suspicious feeling about him.

"What happened to your face, sir?" The officer asks. Kyle glares at him.

"I had a go with one of my buddies. We were drunk and we said some nasty things and one thing led to another and then fists were being thrown." The officer glances at his partner and he just shrugs. They take a seat on the two-space couch, thigh by thigh. The woman starts pacing across the floor. The second officer looks up at the woman.

"Now, Ms. Williams. What seems to be the issue?" She stops pacing and looks at him with an alarmed look in her eyes.

"My daughter is missing!" The officers both glance at each other before turning their attention back to the woman.

"And what is your daughter's name?" The officer pulls out his notepad and pen, reading to start taking notes.

"Her name is Sherryn." The officer starts scribbling.

"Is she, by any chance, friends with Toby Johnson?" The first officer asks. The woman has a confused look on her face.

"As a matter of fact, she is. Best friends, to be correct. How did you know that?"

"Well, Toby seems to be missing as well. His mother called 911 yesterday and we stopped by her house. She told us to stop by here to see if your daughter might know where he is, but clearly, that is a dead end since she is missing as well." The woman starts pacing again.

"Oh, God. This is all my fault." Kyle jumps in. He reaches out to her and grabs her hand.

"Now, Shelley. This isn't your faul-" she rips her hand out of his grasp.

"No! This is! If maybe I-I wasn't always working at the hospital, taking in so many shifts, I'd know why she might not be here. Or if I'd just spent a little more time with her, none of this would have happened!" Then she starts crying. The first officer opens his mouth to speak, but closes it, not really sure if he should ask any more questions. The second officer nudges him and nods his head at her, beckoning him to continue with the questions.

"Uh, ma'am? Do you might know why she's missing?" The woman shakes her head and sniffs.

"N-no. Like I said, I'm barely here because I'm always working at the hospital. So I basically n-never see her."

"Can you tell us what she looks like so we can start a case on both of them once we get back to the station?" The mother nods. She stands up and walks to the kitchen, opening a cabinet drawer. She pulls out a small picture, then walks back to the living room and hands the officer the picture.

"That's her. That's what she looks like." The officer shows the second officer and he nods after quickly examining the photo. They both stand up.

"Well, we're going to head back to the station and start a case on them. We'll call you as soon as possible if we hear anything, alright?" The mother nods, wiping her eyes.

"And make sure you call us if you hear anything, okay?" She nods. They walk to the door. As they walk out, the second officer glances back at Kyle, giving his a sketchy once-over before walking out and closing the door behind him.

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