Because Of Her.

20 | One more down huh?

L I A M

"So did you get anything useful out of this talk we had?" Drake asks once he hangs the call. I sit back on stool, keeping my head on palm before running my fingers on hairs.

"It's pretty clear that something did happen and she doesn't want to talk about it. She was dodging every time you ask what she liked most. Because she herself didn't know. She was absent mentally." I say.

"So now what?"

For a while no one speaks and I think hard what I am missing or something where I can get a lead. Drake goes to his bedroom leaving me in kitchen and I rotate the rings around my fingers. Think Liam, think. He comes out holding a book of Biology and takes his phone out snapping pictures.

"Hey I have sent you the pictures try to solve the circle one. I tried but no luck." He says to somebody on phone and suddenly something clicks in my mind. I pull my phone out and open my gallery finding pictures but all of it is of Rose. Before I get lost in some of them, I press the home button.

"Do you use any social media?" I ask Douche and he narrows his eyes at me.

"Coming to my house and talking to me is one thing but on social media. Forget about it. I am not interested in being your chat buddy." He says and this obnoxious prick really thinks so highly of himself. I snatch his phone and see the icon before typing the name I hope I can get account off.

"Did you see him in the seminar that day?" I show him the picture of Ethan and he frowns.

"How can I remember any specific face out of hundred students that attended that day?" he complains and I shout at him to really look—cooperate and he does.

"No. I don't remember." I show him Noah's picture next and he shakes his head again. I hope I can find a group photo of something but I know there isn't one because no one has the time or bro-romance going on enough to click a picture.

"Do you never even see them around Rose like ever?" I ask fretfully and he shakes his head like a dog. A dog I want to punch on the face.

I sigh and give his phone back, preparing to leave when he stops me.

"Wait! This person looks familiar. But...no he isn't." he says and puts his phone down but I snatch it and look myself. It was Mark.

"How familiar?"

"No I am mistaking him for somebody. I now remember when I get back from the bathroom that day. I saw a man who was bleeding and he was going in probably to wash his face and yeah...something similar but no, he isn't that. He had no beard." He explains and I scroll down before I find the picture.

"Was this him?" I show him the phone and his eyes widen.

"Yes, he was that guy."

"You sure?"

"Damn sure because he was babbling about how hard he got punched, he was cursing on somebody calling out...sick silver head." Realization down on me when I finally know who it is I rush to the door but get stop by Drake.

"Wait, you didn't tell me what is the matter and who is he? What he did to Anna?" He asks.

"That's for me to know, I will take care of that. But just do me a favor, look out for Rose please." I request. Wait did I just use the p word on him? Fuck tonight is definitely my worst or maybe there's something in his apartment that is making me saying all this nonsense.

Well not the part where I need him to look after Rose.

"Why are you doing this to her?" His words stop me again and I turn around.