Chapter Twenty - Fix You
I feel a sudden rush of déjà vu.
I've ran like this before, chasing after an upset King.
He's actually at the place were we had our first date, that place is forever printed on my mind that I know I can go there with my eyes closed.
Please don't do anything stupid.
I pray hard. Before I took off towards him, I received a whole lot of messages mainly from Annie, his mom, and Claude frantically asking if I know where he is.
After I told them that I'm on my way to see him, they finally relaxed and thanked me. But still, they didn't tell me anything.
Claude didn't know what's going on either, he said Annie just called him crying and frantically searching her son on him. He also panicked since King was never the person who scares his mom like that or the one who takes off without telling where he's going and how long he'll take.
I noticed that Claude's voice was shaking as he was talking to me earlier on the phone, clearly not used to this sort of event.
"That fucking bastard. When you see him, please give him the most painful punch you can muster. Anywhere you hit is fine. Just make sure it's a perfect one." Claude's voice slightly cracks as he tries to lighten the mood. "Man, I think I lost a few years there."
I smile softly as I think how Claude cares for King. It's like he treats him as his own family. King's really lucky to have a best friend like him.
Just a little bit more.
I huff as I push open the building's door, running towards the flight of stairs like my life depended on it.
I finally reach the top, not even stopping to regain my breath. I push open the door only to get the best scare of my life.
I see King standing on the edge of the building, the feisty wind blowing his beautiful curly hair all over his face yet he doesn't seem to mind since he pays no mind to it.
"Oh hell, King!" I shout.
He swiftly turns around, not minding the fact that one mere wrong footing would equal to his absolute death. I know I'm not standing on the edge but as soon as King turns his whole body to face me, I was the one who got dizzy and scared for him. I can't feel my legs anymore as I let myself fall on my knees.
We're fucking fifty floors up, damn it!
King immediately rushes to my side and helps me get up, but my legs refused. We both stumble on the hard ground, I brace myself for the painful impact but only to be collided with King's chest.
I quickly sit up, slapping King's hands that was about to reach mine to help me get up.
"Oof." He wince as my fist connects with his jaw, I didn't bothered with the pain on my right hand as I stare at this fucking idiot in front of me.
"What the hell were you fucking thinking?!" I shout, not caring if it hurts my throat shouting like this, it feels dry and scratchy but I need to get my points crossed. "You'd fucking go suicide where there are a lot of people who got so frantic searching for you?! Huh? And some would run fucking miles and a whole fifty fucking floors just to see you on that fucking edge? What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
I may look like a freaking terminator now but who cares? I look deranged thrashing like this while King pulls me to a tight hug, trying to steady me.
"Who said I was going to commit suicide?" He says softly in my ear that got me to stop for a moment.
"You were on the fucking edge!" I yell. "What would you do there? Fucking have tea time?"
