The Three Empty Words

CHP. 14

SUMMERTIME FRIENDS — CHAINSMOKERS

The loud alarm set on Ronnie's phone made him sprang up immediately, he doesn't know how long he had slept, or how he even got back home last night.

Missing pieces of last night started coming back into bits, in his brain, as he could recall what has happened to him last night.

He remembered hanging out with Ximena, and the next part he remembered made him cursed out loud.

Shit!

How could he have allowed Ximena take full control his body last night, and even fucked her with pleasure. Disgust swirls into his tongue like he could spit her out of his mouth if he wanted.

He rubbed his eyes with his hands, trying to chase the sleep away, he still had a lot of undone project to cover up, thanks to the bitch.

He yawned out and stretched a bit. He realized he hadn't heard a word from Ava, her bursting the door loudly and pleading for him to prepare breakfast, or for the sick fact she wasn't lying on the bed with him.

Ava wouldn't even be awake by this time, she'd have been cuddling with him. Maybe she went out for a jog, or she's in the bathroom. The scene of last night, wanting to fuck Ava returned back, he missed her body on his already.

He sat up on his bed, his head still banging with severe pains from last night drink, the thought of him passing out was a sure thing that could happen to him any moment from now.

But something caught his attention, the room looked more empty than it'd been before, except for his last night dress that were lying helplessly on the tiled floor.

He got up from the bed with the insane pain that was pounding and banging hard in his head, he felt like just separating his head from his body but he needed pain killer right now or he might collapse sooner.

He walked inside the bathroom and opened a glass box, attached to the tiled wall and brought out a tablet. He cracked two pills out and swallow them down without caring for the need of water. Again he looked around, an unsettling feeling settling deep inside of him. There was something definitely missing.

He walked out the bathroom, looking around the room, the sun was fully out and Ava was meant to be back by now or then, even. He raked his dark hair with his fingers as he approached the large wardrobe in front.

He opened the door and looked around, looking for what he'll put on today, but that odd feeling finally hits on him like a wave of shock, it was only his clothes that were hanged up in the wardrobe long wood, none of Ava's clothe were there. He looked down to the wardrobe, her duffel bag was gone.

Fuck! What the hell happened? Why did she leave? He thought as he closed the wardrobe the door and went in search for his phone. He turned the duvet and bed sheet upside down, he looked under the bed and everywhere, until he realized he might had left it in his pants.

He took his pants from the floor and touched the pockets for his phone, his phone was definitely in there, he brought it out and dialed her number immediately.

Everything is fine, she probably didn't go anywhere far. He assured himself as the call started ringing. What must have happened last night? They were perfectly fine together before he left, and in the night... Well he has no freaking idea about what happened between them, but he hoped it wasn't something out of the ordinary, because he wasn't going to forgive himself.

The call declined and panicked crept into his body, was she kidnapped while going out? Or did someone threatened her? He doubt she even had enemies, Ava was known for her jovial behaviour and free style, but still, there was something wrong.