Forbidden Love

Chapter 25

"Where is she Molly?" He suddenly began to sound desperate.

"Robert, he said he couldn't find her. He texted me. He wanted her address. I think she went home. I don't know why Robert wanted her address. But I gave it to him. Then he wouldn't pick up his phone and-"

"Molly slow down!" He was breathing heavily, as was I; "can you tell me her address." Once again I recicited her address as I paced the dorm uneasily. "I'm going there, right now!" He was about to hang up...

"Wait! I want to come too!"

"Molly I would come get you but I need to go right now, I'm going to sort things out here-"

"Are you sure you're okay? I mean the stitches they're-"

"Molly I'll be fine!"

"It's just... I'm sure Scar wouldn't want you to be in pain!"

"I love her. I'll do anything for her."

"Okay Kellin." I let out the breath I hadn't realised I was holding. "Call me as soon as you find her please Kellin."

"I will, talk to you soon." With that he put the phone down. I'm not waiting around, I need to do something. I grabbed my jacket and headed out. By now it was pitch black, I could just about make out the path. I wondered if Scarlett was home yet... Scarlett had once told me that it would take up to three hours to drive to London from here. And, she had gone about 3 hours ago so probably, I hope she's okay. She's actually one of the best friends I have ever known. Since meeting her, my confidence has grown day by day and I can actually talk to guys now without stuttering and nearly reducing myself to tears. I feel like an idiot for not helping her enough, or convincing her stay.

I had nearly reached the end of the path, there was a dark figure stumbling about near the gates. The hair was standing up on the back of my neck. It's probably best if I avoid that person, they're probably drunk. I was about to cross to the other path when the strange person began coughing violently. Oh god... I felt so bad, I can't just leave him. Against my better judgement of approaching strangers in the dark who appeared to be intoxicated I walked cautiously in the same direction. I stopped when I was about 10 feet from the man, "Are you alright sir?" He continued to cough and fell once again to his knees, spreading his hands out in the gravel beneath him. "Sir, are you okay?" I moved a little closer, ducking down to see if I could make out a face. He stopped coughing and moved his hand to his head. He seemed to be hurt!

At that moment I dropped my defense mode and ran to the strangers aid. I grasped his upper arm and attempted to heave him up. "Mm, Mo."

"Sir, just try and stand up I can get help!"

"Mol..." What...

"Robert!" He nodded, alarm bells in my head began ringing violently. I managed to pull him over to a wall which was situated near the street lamp outside. At least now I could make out his face. You couldn't miss the purple bruise which covered a good half of his forehead. "What happened to you?" My entire body was shaking and for the first time I felt really scared, not your average scared but completely terrified... Terrified at who it was that had attacked Scarlett in the woods that day, terrified at who had really stabbed Kellin and who had made that mark on Roberts head... It was all beginning to add up. It was the same person, it must have been. Things like this don't just happen consecutively for no reason... "Molly..." Robert was shaking my arm, his words were slurred but he could speak! "We, got to go..."

"Where Robert? Go where?"

"Her home, London."

"I'll call us a taxi!" I paused, "No, Robert you need to go to the hospital! I'll go." He took hold of my hand. My heart and head were pounding. "I fine." He stood up, "Argh" He winced and took his head again in his hands. "I'll be okay. Just call the taxi."

I did as he said. I was surprised I could dial the number when my hands were shaking so much. This was going to be a long night.