A Drop in the Ocean (Liam Payne)

Chapter 44

Liam's POV

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I looked down at my phone to see a call from Annabelle coming through.

"Hey, Annabelle." I answered. There was no reply back.

"Annabel-"

"He didn't answer." I heard Annabelle say.

"Well call him again!" I heard someone else shout. I immediately knew it was Spencer.

"He probably went out for a jog. Can I give him a few minutes?"

"Whatever."

"Annabelle?" I whispered. Her reply back was taking in a large breath and shakily letting it out.

"S-Spencer? Could you t-turn around so I can check if I'm still b-bleeding?" I became confused. Why had she said I didn't answer? Why was she bleeding? Why was she struggling with her words?

"No. Just do it."

"Please?"

"I said no!" Spencer yelled at her. I heard a zipper unzip and some movement.

"Keep your jeans off." I heard Spencer say.

"What? Please Spencer l-let me keep them on." I heard her swallow hard.

"Uh fine whatever." I heard more movement as Annabelle supposedly unzipped her jeans. I could hear her breathing heavily and she let out a little moan.

"Quit being such a baby!" I heard Spencer yell. I could hear him slap her through the phone. I stood up immediately, adrenaline running through my body.

"Spencer, p-please stop." She said softly. There was diligence for awhile before Spencer said,

"This is so nice, Annabelle. You and me being here all alone." I imagined the smirk on his face as I heard the temptation in his voice. I reached for my car keys and went out to my car. I got in as I heard a click from the other line.

"Annabelle?" There was silence. I quickly drove over to Spencer's apartment complex. I had no idea what apartment he lived in. Good thing Annabelle had told me about the complex a few days ago. I went inside and knocked on the first door I saw. A middle aged women answered, wearing a bathroom robe.

"Hello ma'am. You wouldn't happen to know what number Spencer Jones' apartment is would you?" She replied with a short no. I thanked her and quickly went to the next apartment. It took about three tries before someone knew who he was.

"He's on the second floor, apartment 16B. Could you tell him to be quieter while you're there? I've heard a lot of ratchet up there today." Said a man who looked to be about 60.

"I will. Thank you so much." I knew I couldn't just walk up and knock. I quickly went outside and located what window would be his. There was a shade over it, but it was see through up close. I noticed a tree by his window and quickly climbed it. I peeked inside to see what looked like his living room. I peered around and saw Spencer pacing back and forth. He had an object in his hand, but I couldn't make it out. I couldn't see Annabelle, but I assumed she was near the same wall as the window. I climbed down as a plan suddenly formed in my head. I found some rocks and began throwing them at his window. I saw him stop pacing and look in my direction. Thankfully the tree was very full and covered me very well. After a few moments I began throwing the rocks again. He came to the window and opened it.

"Who's out there!" He yelled. He slowly backed away, leaving the window open. I began throwing more rocks at the part of the window that wasn't opened. He became frustrated again and came to the window, looking down.

"Stay right there Annabelle! Don't move!" I heard him yell. I heard a door slam. With one swift movement I swung myself from the tree and onto the ledge of the window. I quickly pulled myself in and landed with a thud on the ground. I quickly got up and shut the window, locking it. I quickly ran to his front door and locked that as well. I ran back into the living room to see Annabelle sitting on the floor, with dried blood on her face and right thigh.

"Annabelle what-" I stopped mid sentence as I came closer to her and saw the bullet hole in her leg.