WAYWARD 2: PERVERSE (Discontinued)

three

When Michael left the apartment to go to work, I just couldn't bare the silence of being alone. Being alone makes me think about everything that just happened and I still couldn't cope up with it.

"I need a fucking drink," I muttered stumbling on my own tracks.

Fucking Scott.

Fucking Amber.

Fucking everyone.

Fucking life!!

Just when I locked the door shut, my phone started ringing.

Caller ID: Calum

I turned my phone off, I'm so done with people like them, liars! All of them!

I didn't deserve to be like this..maybe I did but this is just too much.

I drove my way into the streets only to find a bar nearby.

Phoebe's P.O.V

"He's not answering the call" Calum groaned.

"He freaking turned his phone off!" Ashton second.

Where is he? Nobody know where he went! I'm so worried. I can't forgive myself if something happened to him. I can feel hot years stream down my face.

Were outside the frat house. Brainstorming to where Luke could be.

He wouldn't answer his phone or even text back.

"This is all my fault" I sobbed.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, Phoebe. It wasn't your fault." Amanda exclaimed.

Just when I was about to open my mouth and protest my phone started ringing.

Caller ID: Michael

"Hello?" I sniffed, wiping my eyes.

"Phoebe, hello can you hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah. What's wrong?"

"What freaking happened between you and Luke? He went to my apartment last night, drunk and started crying. I didn't know what to do!"

"He's in your apartment?!" I freaked out.

"Yes!"

"Jesus! Text me your address right now!" I exclaimed before ending the call.

Ashton drove me back to the flat and I packed my bags as soon as I could and stuffed them all in my car.

They all wanted to cone with me back in Manhattan but I told them that I should just go first and check on Luke. See if he's back to his senses or I don't know.

I thank all the heavens when there wasn't any traffic along the way.

I found Michael's new apartment easily because it was only a few blocks away from my old neighborhood.

As soon as I parked my car on the nearest lot I started to run my way.

I cursed at the thought that Michael lived on the 4th freaking floor.

When I knew that I was standing outside his door I started to feel week and nervous. My palms were

starting to sweat and my heart was beating rapidly.

I didn't prepare a speech to say to Luke. I'm just going to pour my heart out.

As soon as I collected all the courage that was hidden inside my body, I knocked.

Three times.

And I started to have a panic attack.

I wished that I've only knocked twice.

Or just once.

Or maybe I should've just left. That this was a bad idea.

I sighed, I hesitated to knock again just to give it another try but there was still no answer. Did he already leave?

It was only 3 in the afternoon. Where could he go?

I felt my heart break again as I sulk in my stupidity.

I wanted to cry but I couldn't anymore its like my eyes wouldn't let me. Like all the water in my body was drained. I don't even deserve to cry.

My chest kept collapsing like the air I'm breathing wasn't enough to sustain life..my life.

As I walk down the stairs back to my car I can feel my knees wobble.

I don't know where else to find him but I can't just give up.

After all the things we've been thru I just can't give up like this. Given that I was used to Luke screwing things up, I know what it feels like so I have to do the best that I can.

I start to drove off as I wipe the tears on my face. I clenched the steering wheel tighter until my knuckles turn pale.

I don't know where to go.

I passed by a black range rover parked by the sidewalk before I realized that it was Luke.

"Shit!" I muttered stepping on the breaks and reversing the clutch.

I parked behind it and tried to memorize the plate number.

I'm hundred percent sure it's his!

I checked myself out on my car's vanity mirror before stepping out.

If his car is here where could he be?

I tried to recollect myself before taking a step, only to find myself outside a bar.