Chapter 39/ The search

“Just make the fucking call, Everett!” Shouted Shawn angrily to the British lad, who was struggling to figure out whom he should call first.

He was given a long list of people's unorganized numbers, and he was instructed to call them one by one, each.

Having OCD, he finds it quite difficult to make the first call because he doesn't know whom to call first.

And Shawn yelling at him angrily didn't help at all too.

“I'm trying, Mate,” Everett said with his shaking hands, keeping his attention on the messy long list. “I'm trying.” He added, finally dialing one of the numbers, nervous that Shawn would yell at him again.

It's been three days since Sabrina was declared missing, and Shawn has been like this ever since.

He doesn't remember the last time he ate a meal, and the dark circles under his eyes were totally visible.

He was a mess.

Sabrina's disappearance was all over the news.

Her father was in the city helping for the search, while her brothers bailed on their business trips two day