*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*
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"Really? Do you know who they are?" Syd curiously asked me, and I nodded my head in response.
"Yeah, I told you that already. I just thought you would want to know. I know you want to know, Syd." I answered and saw a half-smile form on her soft pink lips.
"Mmm, cool. I do want to know. No, I want to confirm it... From you... From what you knew about that person." She said, which kind of made me puzzled for a sec, and she licked her lips and continued, "Truth be told, Oj, my friends and I, mainly, just them, had made an investigation. Well, with the aim of wanting my name clean when you finally get back. We actually had one person in mind."
"Okay. Who is it?" I asked her, interested to hear if
*Sydney Roswell’s POV* --- “Oh, let me guess. It was Vidia, wasn't it?” OJ asked, thinking that my best friend was the first person I kissed on the lips, but she's not. "Good try, but nope. It was Emma." I told her and gained a cute oh face from her, and she lightly nodded her head. "Emma? York? The… your neighbor?" She asked in disbelief, and I gave her a look that seemed to say, "who else?" "Wow, cool! That's… awesome! And… uh… how… how was it?" She stuttered but looked so curious, and I let out a chuckle while reaching for the remote at the nightstand, and then I turned on the television. "She should be the one you should be asking that," I replied and stood up from the bed to check m
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---"There's no frickin way I'll get on that devil's ride. I don't want to die yet. Get on it alone if you want." I protested and kept walking while OJ seemed about to beg me, but I tried to distract her attention by pointing at a booth somewhere on her left."Look at that, Oj! Isn't it a shooting booth? Hey, look at those stuffed animals! Those must be the prizes. There's a cute panda in a red shirt. Don't you like pandas? Come on, let's check it out!" I tried my all to convince her to come with me, and thankfully, she did.Oh, I'd rather ride a pony at a Merry-go-round five times in a row than once on that hellish ride or even a rollercoaster. Lucky for her, she wouldn't puke anything if she would get on any of those stomach-turning rides around here.
*Sydney Roswell’s POV* --- “Syd, are you sure that it’s the right address?” OJ asked me while we stood at the front door of the said house in the address that we followed. “Yeah. This is what that person from the university registrar gave me. I’m certain that we are on the right street, block, and house number.” I replied and looked at the piece of paper in my right hand one more time to check if we were in the right house. “Okay. Time to knock. No, doorbell.” She suggested, and I reached for the doorbell button near my right. I looked at OJ when she let out a deep breath, and I would bet that she was feeling nervous. Well, me, too, as I actually don’t know how I would explain to her mom that her daughter is here with me but no
*Olivia Jillian Hunters’ POV*---"Did you get it, Syd?" I asked my girl as she walked out of the establishment with a piece of paper in hand, and she smiled at me before answering."Yup, they gave me… her recent address. Veronica Dawson. The latest mail she got was yesterday, Oj. That's great news, isn't it? We are damn sure that it's where she lives right now. It's in a condominium building about a fifteen-minute drive from here. And I hope she's there right now. It would be okay if we would wait, though." She said with happiness, making me breathe in relief with the good news she brought.We finally found Mom, and I can finally see her again, hear her voice again, and I can finally tell her how much I missed her and how much I needed her.
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*---"What are we going to do now?" I sighed and asked out of nowhere while we were riding a cab back to our rented room.Sydney seemed to be looking out the window and thinking something so deep, and she never bothered to talk to me about what had just happened back there at Veronica Dawson's residence.It turned out that the woman wasn't my mother, of course. They just have the same name. It was that old lady's husband who got the surname Dawson. And they don't know who my mom is or any of my relatives here in Illinois. They just have the same family name. Bummer, I know.I really don't know what else to do to find my mom, but I know that this lovely blondie right here on my left already has a pl
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*---"Hello? OJ, hi! It's you. Mhmm, I am here in a restaurant. I'm going to eat dinner. What do you want? What can I do for you? Yeah, it's okay. I can talk to you while waiting for my food to be served. What's up?" She said to the phone and glanced at me while giving me a look that seemed to say that she was talking to me.Oh, smart girl. See?"Hi! Uh… well, nothing. I just… okay, I just want to… No, you go ahead and say what you want, Syd. I have nothing in mind." I stammered, telling her to go on with what she wanted us to talk about, and she nodded her head."Alright. Uh, I want to tell you that… I got good news for us, for our mission. So, Vidia texted me earlier a
*Sydney Roswell’s POV*---A man’s cry echoed in the alley after I hit his gut hard thrice with my left knee while holding his head down, locked on my side, and I let him go. His face landed first on the dirty, cold ground, and I stepped back from him. He groaned and tried to stand up but failed, and he clutched his stomach. That must have been hurting like his broken nose, but I don’t feel sorry at all.He effing snatched my wallet! And what am I supposed to do? Pet him? Not even close! I have lots of valuable things in it. All my money, ATM cards, IDs, and much more stuff are there. Heck, even the key to the room we were staying in is there.And thinking about my wallet, I looked around to find it, but there seemed to be no signs of my precious wallet anywhe
*Sydney Roswell's POV* --- "Oh, well… that doesn't sound good… on my part. Sh*t. I'm in deep sh*t, Vid." I muttered and rubbed my temples with my right fingers, and I let out a heavy sigh. "Indeed, dipshit. Why the heck did you get snatched in the first place, huh? What are you going to do now? You can't even get back here. And I don't even know if you have eaten dinner already. What are you going to eat for the next few days, huh? Tell me! Didn't you put even a one-dollar bill in any of your socks? Bra? Panty? Anywhere in your body? You didn't, did you, Sydney? Tell me! You are going through hell right now! God knows what will happen to you there while broken as f*ck." Vidia ranted worse than my dead grandma and mom combined, and I bit my lower lip because she's damn right. I didn't. I have no other extra money anywhere exce