Traffickers

NATHAN

The rays of the sun came disturbing my sleep, I groan as I rubbed my eyes, 6:30.

I took some time to be fully awake, I immediately drove home, Fred's car was pack in the garage, I quickly pulled over and got out, I tip toed upstairs and shut my door.

There was a soft knock on the door, I quickly pulled the door open.

"Where have you been?" Fred asked, before I could say anything he spoke up, "where is Chris? I can't find him anywhere. The library, his room, the garden and the basement."

"He must be somewhere around, I'll help you look for him." He nodded, I dragged my feet to jack's room.

He was sound asleep on his bed with his messy hair over his face.

"Jack! Jack! Jack!!!" I put my fingers in his ears.

He groan while holding his ears "stop Nathan! Am tired."

"Where is the favourite pet of Fred? He is looking for him." I yarn.

"Stop asking me you were suppose to drive him home." He moaned.

I chuckled, "sleepy head, am not joking where is he?"