Who: Ian and Jenny What: Searching for Dahlia Where: The road, then Dahlia's place When: January 5th, around 7pm Rating: PG as of right now
Ian had been laying around his apartment all day, with no intention of leaving it until he had gotten a text from Jenny about Dahlia’s sudden disappearing act. Since 2013 had started, he had been spending most of his time trying to get in touch with a certain blonde while also avoiding most of the people he usually talked to the most, since he wasn’t really sure what the fuck he was supposed to say when they inevitably asked him why he was acting so strangely. He had been a lot more monosyllabic than usual, spending most of his energy worrying about how the fuck he had managed to get so drunk that getting married seemed like a good idea. The memories were incredibly fuzzy, but he hadn’t forgotten…
There were several reasons he didn’t drink, but since that night, he had found a new one.
What made it worse was that he couldn’t even get in touch with her so they could try and figure out how they were going to handle this situation. He had tried texting her several times, but they always went unanswered. It wasn’t like he could go knock on her damn door without her Dad being suspicious of why he was there. He was starting to think she was avoiding him, that maybe she finally came to her senses and realized that he was nothing more than a good lay – he had never considered himself to be good boyfriend material, so he sure as shit never intended to be anyone’s husband. It was too fucking much for him to handle, especially since he had no idea what was going through her head.
So now he had an ex-girlfriend and the girl he had spontaneously eloped with both MIA, but at least going searching for the former wouldn’t draw as much attention. He had to hope that Jenny was just overreacting about the whole thing, but there was no getting around the fact that Dahlia couldn’t exactly fend for herself as well as other people could – not since the accident that had taken her sight. He just had to hope for the best, though his stomach was in knots thinking about the worst case scenarios.
2013 could seriously kiss his fucking ass. 5 days in and he already couldn’t wait for the year to end.
Ian was grateful that Jenny was willing to drive, because it gave him a chance to slouch down in the passenger seat, resting his elbow between the door and the window as he gnawed at his thumbnail, refreshing his phone every now and then to see if Dahlia or Nona would ever text him back. The empty inbox was unnerving, and he eventually turned to Jenny after a long bought of silence, noticing the way she kept tightening her grip on the wheel whenever they came to a stop.
“I’m sure she’s fine. She probably just lost her phone, or left it on silent or something.”