Dead Silence (WhittRuv)

Chapter 10

Once all of the fighting and other nonsense cleared up, Mommy was thrown out first. Once she was out of sight, then it was Whitty. Hex followed behind voluntarily. "Sorry Whitty, but can't have ya blowing everything up. I have no choice but to ban you for a week. Hope you and your friends have a nice Christmas!" Dalia said then closed the doors behind her. Whitty facepalmed many, many times. To the point where he had cracks on his face once more.

"Where's Ruv?" Hex asked while looking around his surroundings. Whitty looked at his computer friend. "I dunno! He's probably still in the top floor, lemme call the guy!" Whitty said, attitude still persistent. He pulled out his phone then tried to call Ruv. No answer. He tried texting him. Five minutes later, no response. He held onto his phone tightly, about to snap it in two. "Text Dalia about him! Maybe she can check in?" Hex suggested. Whitty groaned then did so.

A few minutes later, Dalia texted back.

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Unfortunately he wasn't in there. Hell, I didn't see him anywhere in the club. :/

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Whitty silently stood there. He balled the fist holding his phone, snapping it in two. Hex got closer to Whitty and pat his back. "I think we should just go home... It's almost 4:30..." The computer said with a sad look on his face. Whitty kept quiet then nodded.

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(Five days later)

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U wanted 2 talk?

Yes.

Wuzzup?

I was thinking maybe we could meet up

Didnt think I would see u say that!

Heard u been thru a lot.

Guessing Carol really likes to talk about me

Yup. I appreciate she's been talking more ever since the whole carnival incident.

Tho makes sense since she had nothing better to do while in recovery.

Mhm

What time and where?

10PM tonight. I guess by the basketball court where Hex usually hangs out.

Sounds good.

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Ruv put his almost dead phone back in his pocket. He had been in hiding the last few days. Found a new hiding place in an old cabin close to city limits and was able to easily get to the basketball court, where he'd stolen cash from passerbys who dared play in the freezing winter temperatures at least once a day.

It was currently 8PM, so he still had plenty of time to prepare something special. He took a deep breath then looked down at his cast. He moved his left arm a bit, but it hurt. He groaned then started digging through the house for something small. There were a few left over items from the last habitants, but mainly dumb antiques. He rummaged through everything until he found an empty alcohol bottle and a cork screw.

He stared at his reflection in the bottle. He didn't describe himself in any way inside his mind. He's still Ruv no matter what he's been through. He looked in his own eye. His mind only had one thing in mind. A plan. He couldn't risk being tattled on by anyone he once associated himself with almost a week ago, and they wouldn't stop trying to talk to him, so he had very little choice.