- Monday, November 27th -

"She really believes he loves her, doesn't she?" Nathan waves with the last letter we both read that Emma send Finnley. "She's nuts."

"Nuts?" I cock a brow, snatching the letter from his hand. "Nuts? That's all you can say about her? She's a freak, a psycho, crazy, a lunatic."

"Well, if you ask me, with what little experience I have in becoming a psychiatrist, Emma really seems delusional and I wonder if there's an explanation for her odd behaviour. What if she's suffering from a mental illness that causes her to really believes what she's claiming?"

Leave it up to Nathan to try and make her sound more human. "Mental Illness or not, I'm sick and tired of the way she's claiming his love and to belong by his side. I might actually get sick." I mutter, putting the letter back in the envelope. "I feel sick."

Nathan simply chuckles and nods. "I'm used to hearing about crazy stuff, so forgive me I'm not completely surprised. My only question is whyshe started behaving like this. Judging by the things I knew about her, coming from you or Finn, she sounded like a normal teenaged girl."

"Until she started paying shitheads to hurt Finn," I deadpan, trying to remind him of the fact Emma is the whole reason Jeff abducted Finnley in the first place. He might have been watching him longer than that, Emma gave him an excuse and a person to blame this on. "She lost all contact with reality."

"On one hand, that would be an argument to support my point of a possible mental illness. On the other side, even though she did indeed come across as crazy, she still knows more than enough reality."

Cocking my head sideways a bit and pulling up an eyebrow is enough to get an explanation.

"She still remembers details about Finn."

"Like?"

"Tennyson was one of Finn's favourites, the fact he was indeed rebelling against everything his parents stood for just for the sake of fucking with them. How he had some minor feelings for her that he acted upon when he was struggling with his sexuality..."

"...Who the fuck is Tennyson and are you telling me you Finn actually had feelings for her? Did he actually like her?"

"The poem is written by Tennyson, Finn had to read it for literature in the same time he and Emma went on a couple of dates."

"But did he like her?"

"It's been a while, so I don't know exactly what he said about it, but I believe if he had to pick a girl, it'd be a girl like Emma. But don't worry about that because he accepted being gay even before he came out to his parents. If any, dating Emma made him realize he really didn't like girls."

"But... Emma? Now I really feel sick."

"You called her your and Finn's best friend for a long time, Cris." Nathan chuckled. "I don't think she will ever stand a chance after what she did."

We get interrupted by the doorbell, which is kind of making me jump in my spot because it's eleven in the evening and I don't think either of us was expecting a visitor. We share a look of question before I get up to answer the door, still wondering who the hell rings our doorbell. Let's be clear, Stan, Sam, Jaimie, they would all call before coming over.

I can't be more shocked once I opened the door, finding Emma on our doorstep; soaked by the rain, messy hair, obviously crying since her eyes are red and she's still sobbing softly.

My initial reaction is to slam the door shut, which I start to do.

"No! Cris, please." She cries out, putting her feet in between the door.

"NATE!" I shout at him. "Psycho is here!"

"I'm not a psycho." She whines. "You have to listen to me."

"I don't have to do anything. If you won't leave right now, I'm going to push my fucking panic button..."

"It's about Finn." She chokes out, still sending me a pleading look to let her in. And it's pretty simple; Finnley is my weakness. I kinda do wonder why the hell she's in front of my door, ugly-crying over something, while they took Finnley and she can spend her days with him. Unless she isn't involved. But in that case, whatever it is she wants to say about Finnley, it won't be relevant.

"The fuck are you doing here?" Nathan grumbles, pulling me away from the door, kicking Emma's feet to get it out of the way.

"He sold Finn..." She throws the words out right before Nathan managed to slam the door shut.

We both move to open the door again, staring at Emma in shock.

"Jeff sold Finn..." Her legs give in and before we know it, we have a pathetic psycho mess called Emma crying at our feet.

She's an even worse mess then she was back in the supermarket a while ago.

"What do you mean "Jeff sold Finn?"." Nathan pulls her up from the floor, escorting her inside, which I do not completely agree with, but as long as she's alone, I think we can handle her.

"It...it started as a... as a joke." She mutters while Nathan pushed her on one of the couches. "Said he was curious what he could earn since apparently people had been bugging him about Finn." She stares at me. "I don't think he was actually planning on pulling through with it, but then they offered a bunch of money after Finn tried to hit him twice during the day..."

"Emma, what does it mean that he soldFinn?" I snap at her.

"Literally sold him." Emma's eyes are wide. "He took the offer, mostly to threaten Finn to get him to calm down a bit. But then I got in an argument with Jeff and when I came back he actually did sell Finn. Some guys came to pick Finn up and took him with them. Jeff just laughed and waved." She starts crying louder again, covering her face with her hands, while I start to feel really nauseous.

"I'm calling the cops." Nathan gets up from his seat, causing Emma to snap her head back up.

"Please don't rat me out. I came here, didn't I? I'm sharing everything I know... I can't go back to jail... I'll help! I'll tell you everything you want to know..."

"That's exactly what I was planning on doing." Nathan nods and Emma jumps up in response. "You can tell everything you know to the police."

"Emma, sit down." I groan, standing in her way out, grabbing my panic button in the same movement. "If I press the button, they'll be here within minutes..."

"I know that!" She hisses. "I'm not stupid."

"No, delusional and psy..."

"I'm not delusional!" She shouts, staring daggers at me, while Nathan frowns, grabbing his phone.

"You are. Finn doesn't love you." I snatch one of the letters from the table, waving it in front of her. "He doesn't and even the doctors realized exactly how crazy you are..."

"Did he keep all of them?" She whispers with wide eyes full of... hope?"He really kept them all?" She kneels down, rummaging through the letters, while I stare down at her confused.

"He kept them because it's proof you're a psycho." I snap, starting to pile the letters back into the shoebox, getting them away from her.

"No! Those aren't yours! Those are my letters to Finny!" She got up from her seat, following me while I was planning on putting the box in my bedroom, but that doesn't seem like the best idea right now.

"Give them back, Cris! They're not yours to keep!"

I hurry towards Nathan with Emma pulling my arm to get me to stop walking away. Nathan is in the kitchen, calling the police. "How did you get them!? Why did you steal them? Those are Finny's!" I hide a bit behind Nathan, scared of Emma because she's acting like a fucking stalker.

"You let Jeff sell Finn!" I shout in anger, before the actual reality hits me pretty hard. Jeff sold Finnley.

Finnley's gone, taken by some strangers.

God knows where they took him.

God knows what they're doing to him right now.

"Finny..." I whimper, hugging the box close to me, slumping down on the floor. "My sweet Finny..."

- Tuesday, November 28th -

"He's a mess." Nathan sounds sad and tired, but his voice is muffled because the bedroom door is still closed. "I don't know if he's awake."

"Makes two of us." Oliver sounds strange, a lack of emotions causes him to sound way too serious for what I'm used to.

After Emma showed up at our door, Nathan informed the police. While waiting for them, we got as much details out of Emma as possible, before she was arrested and taken in for interrogation. We told the cops what she told us; mostly about the fact Jeff sold Finnley to a couple of strangers.

There's a knock on my door and when I'm not answering, Nathan walks in carefully to see if I'm awake.

I stay still staring at him from underneath the cover.

"Oliver is here to see you."

A shrug is all he gets from me, before he gestures Oliver to walk in, leaving the room himself.

"Hey buddy..." Oliver smiles carefully, sitting down on the foot end of the bed. "I thought we could go and do something together... take our minds off things."

"I don't want to. I don't want to get my mind off Finn."

"Maybe it's best if you get some distraction..."

"No, Finn won't get any distraction either."

"You can't punish yourself, Cris," Oliver snaps. He loses his cool pretty quickly if you ask me. "Quit the baby-act and get the fuck out of bed."

"Says who?" I roll over to my other side to not look at him anymore.

"I do. Because honestly, I have no fucking clue what to do with myself right now and neither do you. And yes, I'll admit it; I need you right now."

I frown, staring at the wall for a couple of seconds, before I turn back around to look at him. "Youneed me? For what?"

"I think you're the only one that really understands what I'm going through right now."

"I can't help you. I just want Finny and I refuse to do anything without him."

"Well..." Oliver got up from the bed, staring at me with a frown, before – in one swift movement – he pulls away the cover. "I guess you're not interested in looking for Finn anymore? I guess I'll have to ask Stan..."

"Looking for him? Where do you want to start? He was sold!"

"Let's start with finding Jeff. He knows who he sold Finn to. He'll give us a lead."

"So, you want me to look for someone who took Finn, nearly drowned me, sold Finn because he didn't listen? That's suicide."

"No, it's distraction, it'll give us something to do. It'll let us feel less useless and who knows; maybe we'll discover something to find Finn."

"I'm not helping. Sorry."

"You're a shithead, Cris." Oliver grumbles, starting to walk out of the bedroom. "It's your fucking boyfriend and last time at least you did everything to find him!" He keeps talking to me, obviously not leaving the apartment any time soon. "You befriended Stan while he was simply a drugs dealer. You went after Nathan even though you thought he was the one who took Finn. You went as far as getting Mike to beat you up because you got too close to the truth and you ended up in the same messed up situation as Finn without caring a shit..." He's obviously coming closer again, whatever he went to do.

I did care, just not as much as I would have if I would have been alone...

"...because at least you got to be with Finn." He finishes his sentence once he got back in the bedroom, carrying a laptop on one hand, typing with the other.

"But he was sold, Oliver," I deadpan. "Sold to the highest bidder," – according to Emma it had been a huge payment – "and we'll never be able to find out who bought him."

"Or we will." Oliver climbs on the bed, me protesting the fact he didn't take off his shoes, but silencing once he pushed the laptop under my nose. "Because I know how to surf the dark web."

"What the hell is this?"

"The site Jeff used to sell Finn." Oliver sounds very serious right now, no hint of this being a joke to be found anywhere on his face.

"How do you know?"

"Because I know magic." Oliver chuckles, pointing back towards the screen. It is now showing a picture of Finnley; eyes full of anger. Oh fuck, the fact he looks angry only made him look all the more hot.

"And how do you know this shit?"

"I'm a geek. It isn't for nothing that Finn and I got along great." He shrugs. "I just didn't really have an awesome youth in which I got challenged to use my brains. For anything other than making quick money."

"By surfing the dark web?" This "magic"?"

"Magic is my hobby and I also like hacking shit."

"That's illegal."

"Unless you do it for the police."

"You want to work for the cops?"

"Are we really discussing my choice in career?" He smirks. "Can we please focus on the fact this hobby comes in handy right now?"

"Any more surprises?"

"No, but be prepared because you might feel shocked every so often. This world is a sick, twisted place; believe me. And I'm about to show you some very deep and dark corners of a world you wish would not exist." Oliver pats the spot next to him after he sat down against the wall.

I scramble up and crawl to the spot after handing him the laptop. "So, what does the advertisement tell us?" Oliver had me as soon as he showed me the picture of Finnley. Oliver knows his way around the web and on the computer and all of the sudden there's a little spark of hope inside me. A spark of hope that we'll be able to find Finnley again.

"Looking at the advertising, not much." Oliver shrugs. "Nickname, basic information about Finn and the picture of Finn. I already checked the picture, but it doesn't give away where exactly they were at the time of the picture."

"It does give away the fact Jeff beat him up." I already feel angry. Next time I see Jeff, doesn't matter under which circumstances, I'll kill him. "I'm gonna kill him."

"Let's leave the beatings up to Jaimie and Sam. They both throw better punches since they're both trained."

"I can throw a decent punch too!"

"Yeah, but we don't plan on petting Jeff with your fists. I figured we plan to release Sam and Jaimie to actually beat him up beyond repair."

"Don't insult my punches."

"Can we please get back to the point?" Oliver frowns, staring at me, while I stare back at him daringly.

How dare he to claim I can't hurt Jeff? I'll be the first to admit Jaimie has a killer punch, but that doesn't mean I can't hurt people.

"What is it Finn likes about you? Please tell me."

"I'm really good in bed." I wiggle my eyebrows.

Oliver only snorts, shaking his head. "You'd wish. He fell for you before he ever kissed you, so there must be some other reason you are desirable by someone as intelligent as Finn."

"There's enough to like about me. But right now I'm not exactly in my happy place."

"Ditto." He nods, turning his head back to the laptop. "I can't really do much from this laptop, because it's simply too weak..."

"Weak for what?"

"For the programs that are needed to actually hack into shit because I need to stay anonymous while I'm trying to uncover – you know what, never mind." He shakes his head, giving up on explaining pretty quickly, probably because I still don't really get what's wrong with the laptop. "You're dense."

"Don't call me dense." I mutter, feeling myself sink back into my depressed state that he so swiftly managed to pull me out mere minutes ago. "Finn always called me dense..."

"Oh dear..." Oliver lolls his head around with a deep sigh. "Don't do that, Cris." He closes the laptop, turning a bit to face me. "Don't connect everything and everyone to Finn, because if you do, you will never find peace again until Finn is back. And in a worst-case scenario, that'll be never..."

"Don't say that!" I whine, covering my ears, refusing to listen to him telling me what the worst-case scenario is.

"I am saying it, because you need to come to terms with the fact that Finn is in the hands of someone that paid a shitload of money to get him. This isn't as simple as it was last time, Cris."