Patrick's POV
It's been two weeks since we had contacted the police about Mark, and we had made no progress in finding this guy.
When we had called, they said that they went to his house, and that it was empty. I started getting scared and paranoid.
This guy is out there and who knows what he's doing, and all this has sent Alex over the edge. She told me about the call. Now she can't sleep. She's always watching her back like something is gonna pop up behind her and take her away.
Pete has been trying to help Alex and me, but so far nothing has helped.
"Stay calm trick, okay," he says "Nothing is going to get better by panicking about it."
I take a few deep breaths, but I'm still stressed, but for now at least, I am calm.
"How's Alex?" He asks concerned. "has she eaten at all?"
I shake my head no.
"She doesn't even sleep." I said "I'm starting to get worried. She won't go outside, and she spends all day on the couch. I try to convince her that she is safe here and that he can't get her." tears start to spill over.
"I'm just so scared for her. I don't know what to do."
Pete holds me close to his chest. The steady beat of his heart helps me steady my emotions.
"Has Phil been able to coax her to do anything?"
I shake my head no again.
"He tries so hard, but nothing works. She's slowly killing herself and he can see it. The pain on his face...." I start crying again.
I'm trying to be understanding and helpful, but I just feel so useless. I feel like I just keep making things worse, and I hate it.
Pete just let's me cry on him for what seems like forever.
I hear the front door open and close. I assume it's Phil considering he's the only other person besides Pete I allow to come in without knocking. Then I hear his voice from downstairs.
Now starts the routine of coaxing Alex to eat and drink and go to sleep, and hopefully one step closer to finding the man that hurt Alex.
Alex's POV
"Hey."
I hear his voice. His soothing voice that brings me out of dream world and back to reality. I breath a sigh of relief knowing Phil is here next to me.
I told Phil everything, and I realized that the fears I had about what would happen if I told him about Mark, were ridiculous. He was very understanding. He's very patient with me. I don't deserve Phil. After all I've done, I'm still surprised he even wants to still be with me.
Ever since Mark has been reported as missing, I've been going crazy. I feel like if I sleep he will come take me away while I'm sleeping. When I close my eyes he's there, he's everywhere. He's the wind I hear on my window at night, He's every creak and unfamiliar noise. I've been so stressed and so scared that I've not been hungry. Patrick, Phil, and Pete have all tried to get me to eat something. I've eaten small portions here and there, but just not enough to actually have energy for anything. I'm not sure how much weight I've lost, all I know is that my clothes don't fit exactly how they should.
Dan has gone back to London. I told Phil that he should go too, but he insisted that he should stay, and I'm glad he chose to, but I can't help but feel bad. I feel like I'm making him stay.
I feel Phil sit down next to me. We've been dating for two weeks and have had no physical contact. Today I want to try to make more of an effort. I just really need to get out of this funk. I really need to take a shower.
