Always (Helpless #2)

One

EUNHA POV

We'll be counting stars..

Its midnight. Who's calling me at this time? I just went to bed at 11!

I grope my nightstand and grab my phone, squinting against the brightness as I see the caller ID.

Yerin

"Unnie, its midnight." I mumbled, and to top it off, its Saturday! Weekend!

"Its gone." Her voice barely a whisper, urgent, stiff, and scared.

I immediately sit up, my bones made cracking noise in the process, and I feel myself sway slightly from the sudden movement, but it doesn't matter.

Not right now.

"What do you mean its gone?" I ask, my voice is clear now, no longer sleepy.

I'm awake and alert because of that fear inside me and the loud thump of my heart.

"The evidences, its all gone."

My body run cold, I freeze like someone just froze me to a statue.

"No-" my voice come out in a whimper, "no.. it can't be.. how.."

We keep-kept now I guess-the evidence in Yerin unnie safety box, the safest safety box anyone can possibly imagine.

With fingerprint scanner to open it, only Yerin unnie can open it which makes sense because its located in her place.

What doesn't make sense, what makes it impossible is how someone broke into the safety box?

Why they steal the evidence, how theg steal it and most importantly, who did it?

"Unnie, are you still there?" I ask, my brain is now functioning again.

"Yes, at the drop off lane though."

What? She's still there?!

"Unnie, you better go, right now. Before something happened."

My heart is thumping faster than ever, if its Jaehyun who stole the evidences, Yerin unnie is most definitely in great danger by staying there.

"What about you?"

We shouldn't even having this conversation right now, Jaehyun or his staff might be listening.

"Unnie! Just go!" I let the desperation make its appearance in my voice.

"You promise to listen to me when I let you join this. I'll fetch you. Wait in your lobby."

She hang up.

I let out a muffled scream, I can handle myself! I know self-defense but she on the other hand, can't. She should be worrying about herself first, not me!

But I can't let her efforts go to waste even if I disagree with it.

I get up from my bed and walk into the bathroom, just to brush my teeth and wash my face to at least clear my mind.

I change into a pair of skinny black jeans, the same black shirt I wear to sleep and add a thick brown knit sweater over top.

I just grab my backpack and I stuff it with my laptop, binocular, mini umbrella, water bottle, and a banana.

My phone in left pocket, cutter and hair pin on the right pocket-comes handy in emergency-and my cash in the back pocket.

I sling on my backpack, and sprint to my entryway, putting on my best running shoes.