A Lead

Xander's POV 

A sigh slid past my lips as I reclined further into my seat. I had been doing that for the past hour now, and despite how sturdy the chair was, it was a surprise how it hadn't snapped yet. I was pretty built, and even though the chair held my weight pretty well, I felt bad for testing just how durable it was. But even with that, you still couldn't blame me. It wasn't my fault. At least, not entirely. 

I ran a hand through my hair, and if it wasn't already obvious, it was a good sign that I was frustrated. I always did that when I was on the verge of losing it, and right now, I was only giving myself a few more minutes before I would go mad. Literally. 

A million and one things ran through my mind. I was thinking about Kieran, about where she could be. Was she hurt? Was she safe? Has she had anything to eat today?