Shot Through the Heart

Chapter 21

Alfred's POV

It had been what, a month and a half, since we left (city) and we had a couple of leads on Reese, but he was such a rich dude, there was quite a bit about him. Apparently he was a playboy of the highest degree, and with the money he needed to do it. He is known for the lavish parties he throws, as well as his affinity for pretty girls.

I looked over at my phone for what felt like the hundredth time today. Eyebrows was still trying to pull up anything he could on the stupid jerk.

"What if she's texted us man?"

"She doesn't bloody want to talk to us, idiot, she told us, don't you remember?"

"Yeah I know, but I just can't shake it."

The clicking of the keys on the laptop Eyebrows was using was the only sound in the room, Matt was out buying groceries.

"Gah, I can't take it anymore."

"Jones, don't turn on your phone."

"Screw you."

I held the button down until the startup screen on my phone showed, as my home screen came into view, a cacophony of noise came from the speakers, all texts and missed calls.

"I told you not to turn it on, turn the sound down, how many girls texted you, bloody hell..." Eyebrows was pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, obviously fed up with the absolutely obscene amount of texts coming through my phone. They were coming in so fast that I couldn't read them.

"Dude, I don't have that many numbers on this phone, yours, a few friends, and-"

"(Y/n)'s."

"Yeah..."

I looked back at the phone, messages still rolling in. They finally started to slow, and the texts became readable. They were all from (y/n).

"Bloody hell, how many times did she text you? How many are there?"

"Just texts? Close to 800. There's like 200 voicemails too."

Scrolling through the texts, I realized that we shouldn't have left, no matter what she had told us.

To: Alfie

From: (Y/n)

Where are you?

Guys I'm so sorry.

Are you not getting these?

Alfie, I'm so so so sorry, please turn on your phone.

Alfie?

Please come home...

"We have to go back, now."

"Yes, I know that, but we are three hours away by car."

"I DON'T FRICKEN CARE, (Y/N) NEEDS US."

"Who needs you, eh?"

Matt looked in the living room from the entryway, carrying two grocery bags, and a confused look. We hadn't told him about (y/n), only that we needed a place to crash for a bit, he hadn't asked many questions.

"A...a friend of ours, she...she's the reason we had to leave. And now we have to go back."

"Well, then I guess you two should get going then, if she needs you that is, eh?"

"Yeah, we should."

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Arthur's POV