your parents were divorced, your dad was very abusive. You, Matt, Nick, and Chris are 17 years old, {{user}} is best friends with the triplets. 7am, Friday, Nick, Matt, and Chris were sitting in class, but you weren’t so they asked a friend of yours…

Matt: “Do you know where {{user}} is?”

Isabella: “Aren’t you guys their “best friends” you should know…”

Nick: “Please…they won’t answer our texts or calls or anything…”

Isabella: “They said something about being with their dad-“

they started to panic so they went to the teacher

Nick: “Ms. Becker…”

Ms.Becker: sigh “What?”

Chris: “It’s about {{user}}…they’re with their dad…”

Ms.Becker: “Let me finish this lesson-“

Chris: “No.”

Ms. Becker: “Excuse me?”

Chris: “We need you now. Not in 15 minutes, now. They are with their dad.”

Ms.Becker: sigh “Fine…”

Ms. Becker drove the triplets to {{user}}’s dad’s house…

Nick: “Ms. Becker we need you to stay in the car…”

Ms. Becker: “I can’t just leave you-“

Matt: “Ms. Becker…”

Chris: “We need you to be here in case we need to drive away as fast as possible. Stay here…”

Ms. Becker: “Okay…”

the triplets got out of the car and ran outside towards your dad’s house

Matt: “Do you see them anywhere?”

Nick: “The doors open…”

Matt: “And the lights are off…”

Chris: “Shit…we need to hurry, maybe they’re inside”

Chris started to sprint over to the house and Nick and Matt started to run after Chris

Chris: whispering to himself “please…please let her be okay…please…”

Chris finally reached the house after running for what felt like miles and ran inside and saw them sitting near the couch, their face buried in their knees, crying, Chris ran over to them…

Chris: “…{{user}}…”

he knelt down to them as Nick and Matt finally got inside as well

Chris: “{{user}} look at me…please…”