Most Beautiful

Chapter 5: saving people

I decided to text him quick to ask what the hell is wrong today?

It sent so I drove home and relaxed just waiting for a reply.

I lay down on the couch. Just as I do, the doorbell rings.

I looked though the peek hole and saw beck.

"Hi" I stared at him.

"Paris can we talk?"

First, how did he get my address?

And second, what was wrong with him today?

Uh, I think I'm gonna find out.

"Paris, I wanted to talk to you about why I was so upset earlier." He said in his normal tone.

Whoop there it is!

"Come on in" I brought him inside I come and sit down on the couch.

"So, I've had a pretty tuff night last night with my family."

"What happened Beck?" I touched his shoulder but immediately realized I was being creepy so I stopped.

"My dad kicked me out of my house." His head burrowed in his arms.

"What?"

"He screamed and hit my sister and I didn't know what else to do than call the police." He started to wipe his water filled eyes. "He got the phone before I could... and kicked me out."

"Beck" he looked at me obviously embarrassed about crying. "Everything is going to be fine, okay?"

"Okay" he sniffled.

"I'll let you stay at my place until you have a better place to stay." I smiled and felt his hand wrap around mine.

"Thank you Paris." He blushed and hugged me. "I also wanted to tell you that I didn't just come here to ask you for a place to stay but, I felt terrible for being a dick today."

"I believe in second chances. So, don't worry." I hugged him again. "Now you realize we have to figure out where your sister is. Now"

"Yes yes yes. I don't want them together anymore." He wiped more of his tears from his cheeks.

"She can live here. Just no more sneaking out." I smiled and patted his back.

"Got it." He smirked. He picked up his coat and handed me mine.

We walked out the door and proceeded to the car.

It was a quiet car ride. We needed to focus on his sister and how we can get her out of the situation.

Beck's POV.

Something about Paris when I met her made me want to know more. I knew that she was the kind of person to help in any situation no matter how dangerous.

I pulled around the back end of my house so my dad wouldn't see us.

All I knew is that we just had to get her out.

We crept out of the car and around the backyard.

I looked in the window and opened it slightly, just to see if I could hear anything.

But it was all dead silence.

I opened it more and got in. I helped Paris in after me.

When we went into the kitchen when I saw that everything was smashed.

We walked up the stairs and crept around my dad's room. I walked into my sisters room to see that she wasn't in her bed.

"She's not here" I whispered.