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7. You Moron

ENNY'S P.O.V

Caleb doesn't come home for another 4 hours. What the hell could've taken him so long? I sure hope he was able to find what he was looking for, and having been gone for 4 hours, I fully expect him to have found every item that he's ever lost at the office.

When I hear the twist of the key in the door as he unlocks it, I step out of my office to question him. He looks tired and distressed as he takes his shoes off and puts his wallet on the table beside the door. His hair is not in its usual near-perfect state, and his whole demeanor looks...well, it looks depressing.

"Caleb?" I ask as I cautiously approach him. He keeps his eyes cast towards the floor; a scowl deeply etched into his perfect facial features. He lifts his head as I get closer but refuses to meet my gaze. In fact, I can tell that he's purposefully looking at anything except for me. "Are you okay?"

I stop when I'm directly in front of him, and I reach out to touch his arm, but he twists away out of my reach and starts to walk past me towards the stairs.

He stops at the bottom of the stairs and gazes out the windows that overlook the city that bustles with life below us. "I'm going to Boston for business tomorrow, just to let you know."

"Do I need to come?" I ask him. He still won't look at me. His gazing out the window has turned into being full on lost in thought. "Are you sure you're okay? You don't seem like your usual self."

"Oh, I'm fine. It's you I'm worried about." He says, taking his eyes away from the window and turning to begin ascending the stairs up towards his bedroom. Each thump of his footsteps echoes through the room like voices in a large valley. I tilt my head in confusion and mindlessly walk to the bottom of the stairs.

"Caleb, you're scaring me. What do you mean?"

He opens the door to his bedroom, and then turns around to look me in the eye as he stands in the doorway. His shoulders, usually broad and confident, are now slouched. He pauses for a second and I hear my heartbeat drumming in my ears like a hard rock song. "Make good decisions, Enny."

He closes the door and I hear the click of a lock. I'm beyond confused right now, and I just stand at the base of the stairs with my mouth hanging open like a drooling idiot. What the hell does "make good decisions" even mean, and why would he be telling me that out of the blue without any particular reasoning behind it. It's usually me who's feeling down and Caleb the one who makes everything better. He's never been so...reserved and quiet. It's the most unsettling thing that I've ever experienced, and I want things to go back to the way they were. It just makes me wonder who or what got into his head.

I'm tempted to run up the stairs and bang his door down, I bet if I really needed to I could figure out how to pick a lock. YouTube is the most powerful teaching tool, right? But then my phone rings, and that train of thought leaves the station. It's from Henry again.

"Hey Babe." Henry says when I answer his call. "Are you at home?"

"Uh-yeah...why do you ask?" I eye Caleb's door for any sign of movement, hoping that he'll come back out and explain himself. But nothing.

"Caleb just talked to me. I was just walking down the street when he pulled me into an alleyway and warned me to stay away from you. Then, to my horror, he pointed a gun at me. I was able to get away, I was just worried about you, since you're living with him and all." He tells me. My stomach drops. Since when does Caleb have guns? or the guts to tell Henry to stay away from me?

I walk over to the large window that overlooks the city and stare at the just-barely-there reflection of my face that I can see through the glare of the sun. My hair looks like a bird's nest on the top of my head, and there are bags under my eyes that I didn't even know were there. What has happened to us?