Superstition

Chapter 6.

|Hannah.|

"Wait!" Ryan called to his boyfriend, before the two boys were out of the house in a matter of seconds, leaving Melanie and I standing in the middle of their kitchen in utter confusion. "What the hell?" I heard Melanie's soft voice ask as she looked up at me, almost expecting an answer or explanation of any that I could offer, but I was simply speechless. Not even five minutes ago we were laughing, talking, and having a good time - waiting for our drinks so we could talk some more. Then all we heard was Ryan scream for his boyfriend, and we watched the two run out of the house.. Now here we are. Standing in an apartment of two people that we've known for barely even a few days, alone, unaware of who's in danger and what we could possibly do. Not to mention that we don't even have our car, so we're stuck here, and couldn't help even if we wanted to.

"what do we do?" Melanie asked as she spun away from me, her cardigan hitting against her legs during the fast movement. Her hands lifted to her head, running her fingers through her hair in obvious distress. I didn't know what to say, so I just shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know," was all I could manage under my breath. Although, it wasn't a good enough answer for the purple haired girl, and she pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed what I assumed was Troye's number, holding the phone to her ear. 

While the girl tried and tried to get ahold of the boys, with no luck, I just paced slowly back and forth in the kitchen. I was trying to figure out what could've possibly happened - but the only lead I had was someone named Steele. Who the hell was Steele? Maybe one of their friends were found by hunters? Or maybe something a little less supernatural, they were hurt somehow? I was in such deep thought about what could've happened that I didn't even realize that I had been biting on my nails the whole time. Nervous habit. 

I really hated that the two had run out on us like that, without an explanation whatsoever - and now the two weren't even bothering to pick up their phones. I looked over at Melanie, who seemed to be irritated as well. She was trying to call for what must've been the hundredth time before she groaned and tossed her phone onto the counter, too irritated to even care if it had broken. "what the hell?!" she asked again, looking up at me before she started to rant. "we're stuck here, with no way of leaving." she stomped her foot, her heel clicking against the tile.  "we don't even know if they're okay! What are we supposed to do? Sit here, while they- I don't know, die?!" Okay, now she was being over dramatic. I had never seen Melanie this way. She was always so playful and sweet around me, and now her eyebrows where furrowed in distress, almost pouting, and she was basically throwing a fit. Still cute though, might I add. 

"it's fine," I said to her with a sigh. "There's nothing we can do about it now, so there's no point in freaking out over something we can't control." I offered, watching her look around the kitchen in thought over god knows what. Grabbing onto her wrist gently, I pulled the girl closer to me before wrapping my arms around her shoulders in a hug that I hoped would offer her some level of comfort. It was a few seconds before she responded to me, slowly wrapping her arms around my waist and accepting my hug. I felt her take a deep breath, probably trying to calm herself down. "We'll just keep calling, okay?" Melanie nodded her head against my chest. 

So that's exactly what we did. She called Troye, and I used my phone to call Ryan, neither of which answered their damn phones. Regardless though, we still kept trying for what felt like a good hour before I gave up. There was nothing either of us could do, and we'd have to deal with it until the two came back. If they came back. "maybe we could walk back to our house and get the car?" Melanie offered, to which I shook my head. "No, that's like all the way across town- and if they happened to come back while we were away, we'd miss them." Melanie sighed and nodded understandingly, leaning back against the counter. "Do you maybe know who Steele is though?" I asked. She pondered over the question for a little before she shook her head. "No, I don't." wonderful. 

"But I'm not giving up." Melanie said stubbornly, lifting her phone back up and doing the only thing she could think of doing: calling again. and again. and again. 

It had been yet another hour by the time the both of us were back in the living room on their couch. I was laying down, my legs on Melanie's lap as she held that same phone to that same ear. To be honest, I was just waiting for Melanie to get an answer, because I didn't know what else to do. I watched her, my hands laying on my stomach as I did. It was always the same routine: Call, hold the phone to her ear, get no answer, hang up, and repeat. I watched this routine constantly, and if the girl had done it anymore, I could've sworn her arm would've fallen off by all the back and forth. 

I saw Melanie's face fall, her jaw hanging open as she looked at me, hitting me on the leg repeatedly. "Troye?!" she yelled, pulling the phone back and putting it on speaker so I could hear. "Ryan?" she asked again, getting no answer. I sat up quickly, pulling my legs back so I was now upright beside her, leaning against her shoulder and looking down at the phone that was lying in her hand. "you guys?" I asked. Nothing could be heard but breathing- more like panting, that seemed to be happening right into the microphone it was so loud. The sound sent chills down my spine, and I could feel the goosebumps rising on my arms. Melanie squirmed uncomfortably against the couch, glancing up at me to see my reaction. I couldn't bring my eyes away from the phone, and now I was too scared to speak. We both were. 

There was a possibility that it wasn't either Ryan or Troye on the other end, and I didn't want to risk anything. "where are you?" I asked instead, deeply hoping it would be a question that I wouldn't regret. 

The breathing only got heavier, and I could've sworn that I heard a voice begin to scream for help for a split second before the person on the other end hung up the phone. 

- Sorry for the delay and lack of action this chapter

don't worry, you guys weren't the only ones left on a cliff hanger. I have no idea what Lynn has in mind (she refuses to tell me), so this was all I could offer. 

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-Bri