I had no idea what that letter was about, but I damn sure didn’t feel good about it. Immediately after I read the first sentence I knew Chloe was in trouble. Why did Chloe have a letter like this on her desk? Who is this Reagan person? What does she have against Chloe? What does Chloe have to do with all this? So many questions was going through my mind. I was in desperate need of answers. My best friend had been missing for four days and the only thing I was coming up with was questions after questions. Chloe was not the type of person to just up and leave without saying anything. Yeah, I know a lot of people say the exact same thing when a love one goes missing, but Chloe really wasn’t like that. We have been best friends for the past five years and I am starting to wonder if I really knew my friend like I thought I did. Either I was a horrible friend or Chloe was a good lair, neither one is the answer to the main question….. Where is Chloe?
So in order for you to fully understand what is going on here, I have to start from the beginning. For the past five years Cho and I always start our morning off with a 5 a.m 3 mile run through our favorite trail, Bayer’s Trail. We would run our three-mile and then head to the top of the trail and watch the sunrise That was one thing I loved about Chloe, she enjoyed the outdoors just as much as I did. So after the sunrise, we would apart ways. I must remind you that we did this every morning. It was September 15, 2017 and I was already at our usual met up spot. Five minutes went by and no Chloe, but I wasn’t tripping because she was usually late. Lol. It wasn’t until about 5:15a.m when I started blowing her phone up. I was thinking she over slept because she drunk too much last night. I called about three times before I decided to leave a voicemail.
“Listen heifer, no one told you drink too much last night. Get your ass up before I come get you up.”
After I left the voicemail, I decided to shoot her a text. I sent maybe two and I decided to go ahead and run. It was about 6:10ish when I ended back where I started. Looking down at my phone I had realize that I didn’t have a call or text from Chloe. It threw me for a loop a bit, but I didn’t trip about it. I just decided I would swing by her house before I went home. Noticing her car in the drive way, I just knew for a fact that she was in the bed with a hangover. I knocked on the door and waited for about a good three minutes and nothing. So I started blowing her phone up again. Nothing. I was getting more pissed off than worried at this point. All I was thinking was,when this bitch come to this door I’m going to let her have it. Just as I was about to give up, I remember I had a key to her house. I scramble through all the keys on my key ring and I found it. So I let myself in.
As soon as I open the door I started yelling, I was low-key mad that she left me hanging.
“Get your ass up! Wake your fake ass the hell up!” I went on a whole rant.
When I got to her room, she wasn’t in there. I check the bathroom and no Chloe. So by then I was confused. So I decided to give her another call. I heard her phone ringing. I began to follow the sound all the way back down stair and into her office. Her phone was on her desk. I pick it up and saw all the attempts I made to contact her. Call me dramatic, but immediately I began to worry. Something felt off and this was not like the Chloe I know. I started calling all of our friends and no one had heard from her. I called Mama Joy (Chloe’s mom) and she told me the last time she spoken with Chloe was two nights ago and she was okay. I didn’t mention anything about the phone because I didn’t want her to worry. I even called her boyfriend Devin.
“Why are you calling? I don’t want to talk to you or Chloe. If you think that you can fix things between me and Chloe, then you are wrong. I refuse to let someone play me like she did last night. Tell Chloe and “Sara,” I said fuck them. Don’t call my fucking phone anymore Kayla ”
The next thing I was hearing was the dial tone. He didn’t give me a chance to say anything. I was yet again confused as fuck. Who was Sara? I tried calling Devin a few more times, but he kept sending me to his voicemail. I gave up after a while.
I started looking around her office to see if maybe she left a note or anything saying where she had gone. Nothing. The only thing I found was a letter. If I wasn’t worry before, I damn sure was worry now. After reading the letter, I picked up the phone…….
“911, what’s your emergency?”
(Part 2 Coming Soon)