Chapter Seven

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Beck's POV

I haven't seen Alex all week, and I'm worried.

Come to think of it I haven't seen Ariana either.

I have this bad feeling in my stomach.

I'll go see her today.

The day dragged on, I'm not sure if it was because I was missing Alex or not though.

Finally it was the end of the day, I raced to her house but Logan caught up to me.

He's my best friend, by the way.

"Beck"

He slapped my back.

"I'm in a hurry here."

"Whatever, your booty call can wait"

I glared at him.

"Woah guy, what's wrong with you."

"I haven't seen Alex all week and I'm worried"

"Since when was yous two close"

Shit.

"Since like ages, I really have to go"

I didn't even let him finish what he was saying.

I ran down the streets, worry taking over me. I stopped abruptly when I reached her door. I took a deep breath and knocked at the door.

No answer.

I knocked again.

I looked at the window and saw her peering out of it. Staring down at me.

I could hear muffled footsteps and then the door opened.

She had the worst dark circles, and her hair looked messy. When she stepped closer she smelt stale. She wore the same clothes since the day she dropped me home.

Something was seriously wrong. I knew it and it broke me inside.

And I wasn't supposed to catch feelings.

She motioned me in without a word and walked up the stairs to her room. I followed her. She held open her door and when I was in she closed it and looked at me. She broke down in tears and fell to the floor but I caught her and I hugged her while sitting on the floor. We sat like this in silence before I started to talk.

"Who did this to you?"

She pulled away and studied my face but didn't say a word.

I cupped her face in my hand and stroked her cheek gently, she melted into my touch and hugged me tightly. I rocked her back and forth in my arms.

She'll tell me when she's ready.

"Come back Alex, I miss you in school. I haven't seen Ariana around either"

She moaned softly into my shoulder.

It hurt like hell.

"Baby wh-"

"She's dead Beck! She dead and it's my fault!"

"Who's dead baby, talk to me"

She sat up and took a sharp breath.

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