Mute // hs.

Chapter 7

"I still can't believe we left her out there," I mumbled quietly. Louis sighed deeply beside me, groaning in the mid-bite of his sandwich. 

"Harry, just drop it alright? She's probably fine and found her way home already." He shrugged, swallowing his bite of the ham and turkey sandwich he had made. I don't know how he could think of eating at a time like this. I felt sick to the stomach. Something had gone wrong, it wasn't right and I could feel it in the pit of my stomach. 

Louis scooted around in his spot on the couch next to me, his eyes still glued to the television screen. 

"See, the problem is that you worry too much Harold." Louis said, his next bite still rolling around in his mouth as he spoke. I made a face. But suddenly, I froze, tearing my eyes away from the illuminated television screen to stare at the door in though. 

I knew he was probably right. I did worry too much, that had always been a perk of mine. It got Louis' arse out of trouble many times, and now it had grown stronger than ever. I knew something was wrong with Rebecca, I just knew it. 

Otherwise, why would she have been still in that alleyway? Why would she still be lingering there, surely she wouldn't have wanted to be left alone in the cold. Sighing, I stood up from the couch. That was it. I'm going to go find her again. And this time, Louis wouldn't have any say in it. 

"Harry, where are you going?" Louis shouted from the couch, leaning his head over so he could see me as I hurried to the front door. 

"I'm going to go find Rebecca. Something's wrong, I can feel it." 

"You're being ridiculous!" Louis whined, "She's fine! She's probably back at home enjoying a nice cup of tea-" Louis' voice cut off as I opened the door and tuned him out, walking through the apartment building. I heard his squabbling going on in out apartment, but I ignored it, deciding that I'd deal with him when I came back.  

Right now, something else was haunting my mind. 

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Rebecca's POV

I watched him stumble from his car like a drunken idiot, dragging his feet along the ground like he was so unmistakeably drunk he couldn't even stand. It made me wince, just watching him.  He was mumbling something deep and gravely into the cellphone he held tightly in his hand and I just stared, unable to even move.

I had to get out of here, he'd find out I'd taken everything and left by the time he'd get up to the apartment. Even in his state, he always managed to sniff me out.  It was quite creepy actually.

I remember  this one horrible time when he had come home drunk as a strucken pig, and I had hidden in the closet for I didn't want to deal with another mindless beating. The last one had been to brutal, I didn't think I could take another one.

Jake sniffed me out like a dog, and I don't know how he did it but after a few enraged minutes the closet snapped open-

I shuddered. I couldn't think of that. Not now.

I have to get away, I have to get away right now.

Fear still fresh in my mind, I quickly shrugged myself away from the wall and cautiously edged my way around, praying that he wasn't lingering around the metal stairs. If he was, he could easily spot me. As I peeked my head around the corner and stole a glance at where he had disappeared, sure enough, he was there babbling on into his cellphone like an undercover creep.