Chapter Nine

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I drop my phone and shoot up in my bed.

I can't believe Rachel went there. In the middle of the night too. She told me she would go during the day. Then again that was before I walked away from her. Maybe she's mad at me. Maybe she went because she's mad at me.

Oh my gosh, what if this is my fault?

Why did the line go dead? Did she hang up? Is she okay? What if she's not? Maybe I should call the cops. Maybe I should go there. No, I can't go there, someone is shooting a gun there. But I need to know if she's okay. But I don't even know where her house is. But she could be hurt, or worse.

Oh my gosh, what if she's dead?

Maybe, Josh knows where her house is. No, I'm not talking to Josh. But I need to know where she is. I guess I can talk to him just to figure out.

I quickly walk over and try shake him awake.

"Josh, wake up," I say.

"What do you want?" He asks while rolling over on his side.

"Do you know Rachel's address?" I ask.

"No," he grunts and puts a pillow over his head.

I just hit him with a pillow and sit on my the edge of my bed. I scream into my pillow.

"I know her address," I hear Ben say.

"How?" I ask turning to face him.

"I was sorting through her paperwork and I saw her address," he shrugs.

"Why were you sorting through her paperwork?" I ask.

"Because I accidently knocked over a filing cabinet," he says nonchalantly.

"How did- Never mind, I don't think I want to know." I shake my head. "What's her address?"

"Here, I'll right it down," he says while taking the hotel notepad and scribbles down the address.

He hands me the paper and I quickly walk towards the door.

"Um, Sky," Ben stops me.

"What?" I ask, not having time for any of his comments.

"Maybe, some clothes," he raises an eyebrow.

I look down and see I'm still in my boxers.

"True," I say and run over to my suitcase.

I throw on some gray joggers and a black muscle tee.  I put on my sneakers then run out the door. When I get out on the street I flag down the first cab I see. I give the driver the address, I tell them I'm in a rush and ask if they could try to get there as fast as possible. They say they'll do the best they can and we end up getting there in twenty minutes.

"Do you think you could wait here?" I ask the driver. "I'll only be a little bit," I say.

"Make it quick, this neighborhood makes me a little jittery," he says

I try not to laugh at the fact that he unintentionally made a Newsies reference.

Not the time, Sky.

I walk up to her front door to see that it's already wide open. It isn't until I'm through the doorway I realize what I'm doing.

What the hell am I doing? What if the shooters are still there? What if I get hurt? But what if Rachel's hurt and needs help?

I go deeper into the house and start getting really nervous. I mean what if I find her dead? I don't think I would able to handle that. No, I know I wouldn't be able to handle that.

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