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ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #9
Date: 12/7/2015, Categories: Celebrities, Author: FrankSinner
... checking the closet of the room to see if she might be hiding in there. "Not much here that is good anymore." "We're still together…" Tori added hopefully. "That's something right?" "Except we're not." Beck turned his attention to his former love. "The three of us are ok, but your s*ster's missing. My ex is missing. And one of our best friends is currently being held for the murders/disappearances. I don't think that qualifies as being 'together,' Tori." * * * Freddie, Jade, and his mother all went out into the deeper woods since Freddie knew those a little bit better than anyone else at the inn, thanks to his jogging regiment the first few days here. Jade was spending less of her time searching as she was more focused on keeping Freddie within touching distance, afraid to even let him a foot away from her. Marissa was also less interested in finding the ch*ld as she was, trying to hurry things along so she could leave without having to see her piece of shit ex-husband. The three of them, headed so far into the woods, that they found a bridge, which was pretty small, that strung across the river, hundreds of feet below them. There was absolute silence besides the calling of Savanna's name, which was fine for all three since there weren't really any words that needed to be shared. The former web producer led his fiancée and his mother across the bridge, hoping that the 'danger' would have been appealing to the girl, and that she might ...
... nearby. * * * On the other side of the inn, deep in the woods, closer to where there was a 'beach' area, Sam and Nate were far more focused on trying to find the girl so they could leave, but more than that, their focus was due to not wanting to deal with one another. "Never thought looking for a little girl would be like looking for vermin out on the ranch." Sam shot him a glance at how ridiculous that sounded. "You're such an asshole…" "What did I say?" he stared back, trying to find his offense. "There's a little girl lost, dude. And you just called her vermin… which by the way sounds fucking stupid." "I didn't call her vermin, I said-" "It doesn't matter," the blonde cut him off, pulling ahead of him. "That's just you, Nate… always thinking you're above everybody else and not caring for anyone but yourself." "You ain't exactly one to talk, Samantha Puckett." "Fucking stop that…" she said, turning around and narrowing her eyes, "you know how much I hate it when you call me by that name. And may-be I'm not, but Tasha's been missing for like two days now, probably dead, and you haven't said a single thing. You don't care about her." "I barely knew her. I met her a few days ago, we had a good time, and it wasn't anything serious. I'm sad she's missing, but if you expect me to just fall and weep for every passing stranger you're gonna be waitin' a while." Sam narrowed her eyes at the staunch ...