They Found Out | C.F. & O2L

Chapter 8

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Connor's P.O.V.
When we went to sleep, I was really tired. I skipped brushing my teeth and was too tired to even dress into my pyjamas. I closed my bedroom door and walked in a straight line towards my bed laying down.

Someone wakes me up and it's still dark. It happened again. I wake up more when he talks to me. I now know it's Sam. I take him in bed with me and pull him into a hug, in order to try and calm him down. We have a little conversation and I know I have to do something. It can't go on like this. Sam can't get back to the one he was when I was bad. He was bad himself, but no one wanted to call it that with him. They never wanted to believe that he followed me.

When Sam was deep asleep, I started to doubt myself. Is this a good idea? Is it really better for the boys if I disappear? I guess so. I let go of Sam and got out of bed. I walked over to my desk and got my notebook from my bag. I take that notebook everywhere. I tear a page out and start to write.

'Dear Sam,

Of all things you could be feeling right now, I hope you're everything but mad. I know the chances are small, but I'm willing to hope. I know I left you and the boys for now, but it's something I have to do. I have to get better before coming back or die. Please don't try to find me or call the cops. It's something I have to figure out myself. I know how much you all want to help me, but I can't have you guys go through everything again, only for it to happen again when I get bad AGAIN. I hope you aren't mad at me and I hope you will tell the boys and please just forget about me. I mean, you don't have to forget about me, but please take care of yourselves and let me go. I'm sorry. Tell the boys I love them and I'm sorry.

Love,
Connor'

I fold up the note and lay it down on my own pillow. Sam is using the other pillow that's always on my bed as well, like there actually sleep two people in it at all times. The boys just have a thing where they show up at my bedside completely stressed. I pack some clothes in my bag and I leave the room taking ​one last long glance at Sam. I hate myself for leaving him and the others like this.

When I get down, I take something to drink and eat and leave the house. It's two in the morning and I'm a bit tired. I walk down the road and about half ab hour later of walking, I reach the city. There's a starbucks and I order what I usually order. I wait for my drink and take it with me. When I am walking outside again, I think of a plan. I have no idea what to do.

I know I have about 47 hours before the police is going to do something, so I have to get away within those hours. Just to be sure, I'm not going to take the train or an airplane or something like that. That's when a plan hits me. I try to find money. I forgot money.

I'm still crying when I decide to call Hayes. "Hello?" He answered the phone with. "Hayes," I sobbed into the phone. "Connor, what's wrong?" He asks me. I can hear the worry in his voice. I'm still wondering if I should ask him to help me. I don't know if I can. What if he rats me out or if he can't help me. Then I told him my plan for nothing, and giving him reason to call Kian and tell him he talked to me.

I stop the rambling in my thoughts and just ask him. "Hayes, this is a lot to ask for, but I need some money. A lot of it. I'm outside of your hotel. Can you bring it down?" I ask him. I wait for a few moments holding my breath. "Uh, yeah, I'll be down soon." He told me and I breathed out the breath I was holding. I felt relieved knowing he had my back. I couldn't just go home and enter the house to get money. I will get ambushed. When I packed stuff, I never even thought about bringing money with me. That's the stupidest thing. If you run away, the first thing you pack, is money, right?