Sinful Embodiments

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โ€œ๐„๐ง๐ฏ๐ฒ, ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ๐งโ€˜๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ. ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐Ÿ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ฏ๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐.โ€
โ€• ๐‰๐จ๐๐ข ๐๐ข๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ

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This was certainly stupid.

I had been wandering around an hour after school trying to find the place. The note he gave me had an address and green car scribbled on to it. So where in the hell is the car?

I kicked a stone and sat down on the curb next to a stop sign. This was obviously an elaborate joke that I fell for.

โ€œYou know, if you had followed the path thirty minutes ago, you wouldnโ€™t have walked in a circle about ten times.โ€ I looked over to the boy sitting down next to me with his book bag slung with one strap over his arm.

โ€œOr if there were better directions given by a certain someone...โ€ I trailed off in the middle because he couldnโ€™t be slow enough not to get it.

โ€œWhy am I here?โ€

He shrugged his bag off bringing it in front of him. He opened inside to take out a envelope with the same handwriting as the one I got before. I snatched it out his hand before he could do anything.

I held it behind my back as I spoke with narrowed eyes. โ€œYou sent me this?โ€

โ€œYou need to learn some patience.โ€ He dug into his bag once more pulling out a box. As he opened it, there were even more pictures of Cecile and Damon. Instead of taking out one of them, he took out a missing person report of the boy that Cecile had been with.

โ€œMy dad works with the police, you probably never heard of it, but this was a big case last summer. No one knows where he went, he just disappeared. Cecile and Dre had been together then but it was pretty low key so no one knew about it. I saw him with her the last time he was seen, I think she did something.โ€

Wow. The boy is obviously off his meds.

โ€œSo...What does this have to do with me?โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re friends with them, find out what happened to Dre. Isnโ€™t this suspicious to you?โ€

Whatโ€™s suspicious is his obsession with the whole thing and all the pictures he has with them together.

โ€œHow did you get these pictures?โ€

That caused him to freeze. โ€œI just sort of do.โ€

โ€œAnd I just sort of find you to be crazy. I would love for you to do me a favor and stay away from me and my friends.โ€

I was about to get up and leave when he grabbed me. Everyone had it in their head that I was some child to manhandle, it took everything in me not to turn around and slap him.

โ€œGet your hands off me.โ€ He did as I asked staring at me apologetically.

โ€œI had a crush on Cecile.โ€ I waited for him to continue. โ€œI didnโ€™t like Dre and her together and I swear it was just to check on her. But then,โ€ He pulled out a picture of Dre crying with Cecile behind him smiling. Even I could see that he was terrified and something didnโ€™t look right between them.

โ€œSomething happened with them and then he was gone.โ€

I sat back down taking the picture out of his hands. Cecile didnโ€™t look like herself, her hair was dyed black or was her natural color, I didnโ€™t know. It was tied into a ponytail allowing her face to be clearly seen. There was a scar by her eye that was only more visible in the smile that was surely fake. She never smiled this brightly.

I looked back towards him.

โ€œWhat do you think happened?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know.โ€

โ€œTell me your name.โ€

โ€œIan. Ian Carter.โ€

I gathered all the pictures together hiding them inside my pocket. I had went home before coming here leaving my book bag resting on my bed. It would have been good right now.

I took out my phone opening up a new contact.

โ€œYour number.โ€

He stumbled over the numbers as he spoke. I told him to look out for my messages before I went on my way.

โ€œWhat are you going to do?โ€ I heard him yell from behind me.

โ€œWatch and see.โ€ I shouted back.

Yet the truth was I hadnโ€™t figured out anything. My feet were killing me from the time spent searching for him. I wanted food and a bed. Later on I would put sense into everything he said and maybe decide if it was worth my time.

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