Desirable

~69. Perpetrator

The rage in Louis' blood kept flowing as he moves like a whirlwind around the hotel room, stuffing his belongings into bags. His hands moved quick as he packed everything, his mind was solely focused on the girl back home. 

Bruiser was beside him, packing a few items of clothing into his singular duffel bag with one hand while his other one was holding his phone to his ear. He knew it would take around 7 hours for them to fly back to America, and a few more hours on top of the journey to get to their town. Therefore, he needed someone closer to home to get there in better time. 

"B, are you okay?" Emily's sweet voice asks from the phone, making him sigh with relief. 

"I need you to go to Virginia," he zips up the bag in front of him. 

She could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn't joking, the texture of it made her stop in place. 

"Why? What's happened?" 

"Mason knows that Louis and I are here and he's near Clem and Celise. She isn't answering her phone, we need you to go to her."

Emily's eyes narrow upon his words and without a second thought, she turns to walk into her room. She grabs her coat and exits the room again, jogging downstairs. 

"I'll have to get a flight, it'll take way too long to drive."

"I've already checked and there's one leaving in 73 minutes, do you think you can make it?"

Emily rolls her eyes, snatching her keys from the side table and swinging the front door open. 

"I'll be there, B."

Bruiser swings the duffel bag over his shoulder and exits the room, walking out in to the lounge of the spacious hotel room. Louis had already gathered his suitcase and two bags by the door and was now throwing on his coat. 

"Do you know where she might be? Did she mention anything at all?" 

Emily unlocks her car and gets in, automatically starting the engine. 

"She was upset so Ed and I said she should go to her friend Brody's, I haven't heard from her since. I don't have her number though, would Louis have it?" 

"Louis!" Bruiser calls to get his attention, the dreadhead's impatient dark eyes snap to him, "Call Brody, Clem was at her house today."

His eyes soften ever so slightly and he gets his phone out at lightening speed. 

"Is Ed going with you?" Bruiser talks into the phone again. 

"No, he's been out pretty much all day. I'm going to start driving to the airport so I'll hang up. Let me know if you hear anything at all, I'll keep you updated too." Emily buckles her seatbelt, her hands gently shaking in the motion. 

"I will do, thanks Em." 

She ends the call and takes a deep breath, attempting to calm her nerves. She knew this was serious, she dreaded something happening to her best friend or her little niece. All she could do now, was get to them as fast as she could. 

Bruiser puts his phone into his pocket; he was confident in Emily, she loved Clementine like a sister and also knew how to protect herself, he knew she'd be safe with her around. 

Meanwhile, Louis was pacing in front of the door with his eyebrows tensed and his phone held up to his ear. 

"What do you mean? Brody, what the fuck do you mean?!" 

"What are you so upset about?! She got a taxi home!" a confused Brody on the other end of the phone signals for Marlon to come over, putting her phone on speaker.