Lea Moore [Sequel to Raine Walker] (ON-HOLD)

Chapter Thirteen

Adam POV

        I stand at the garage door opening, waiting for any sign of her. I can't seem to work at all or focus whatsoever. Holland is supposed to show up again today for more information after I agreed to help her. I feel the anxiety about getting involved in something like this soaring through me. I grunt, pushing off the wall to start pacing. I run my fingers through my hair, thinking. That's all I've been doing for the past twenty-four hours.

        I'm agreeing to help Holland escape from some Derrick guy who's keeping her against her will. She's been hurt by this guy, which does bother me because no girl deserves to be hurt - physically or mentally. Her expressions stuck in my head - the look that she was helpless and tired, like she's on the verge of giving up against what's happening to her. I can't help but feel the need to reach out to her.

        "Dude...what's got you all stressed out?" Matt's voice makes me jump a bit. I look at  him, looking at the worry in his face. He thinks I've gone insane, I think.

        "Uh...nothing. Nothing," I respond, not meaning to say nothing twice, but it slipped. I tear my glance away from him, going back to pacing. I could feel Matt's glance on me as I turn swiftly on my heels to head back to my starting position. I rub my hand on my jaw, trying to think about why this Derrick guy would keep Holland against her will. 

        Maybe some sort of debt?

        Ugh. There are so many things that can be interpreted by that! I really want to slam my head into the wall right about now. I'm literally driving myself insane.

        "Nothing my ass. Dude, what the hell is going on?" Matt raises an eyebrow, leaning against the hood of the car we're currently trying to work on. I look at him, sighing. I know I can't tell him because he wouldn't understand. Matt barely understands what he's hearing on the news about Raine. And most of that is the basics of the actual situation.

        I glance at the clock on the wall just beyond Matt. She's late. She's an hour late.

        "Nothing," I respond again, returning back to pacing.

        Matt just stares at me. "You're not going to tell me, are you?"

        "Nah." I shake my head as I answered immediately. I had no intentions on telling him about what that girl that came here meant to my sanity, nor about how much she means to my sanity at this moment. 

        "Well, why not?" Matt presses.

        "You wouldn't understand."

        "Yeah...you're right. I probably wouldn't understand what the hell you're stressing and going insane about. Cause nothing could describe how crazy you look right now. I mean, look at you. You look tired, you look like you haven't showered since the day before last. You look like a fucking disaster," Matt explains, which doesn't help one bit. 

        I roll my eyes, looking away from him. I glance at the clock, feeling the anxiety taking over. 

        "Whoa," I hear Matt respond, shakily.

        I look at him abruptly, seeing the shock surfacing on his face. He is looking just beyond me, towards the opening to the garage. I turn quickly over my shoulder, hoping to see someone that could give me some answers. 

        That's when I see her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her hair was a mess. She looked down at the floor, her eyes snapping to mine. I could see the hurt in her eyes as they connected with mine, which made me feel like I was jumping off of a bridge. That weird feeling in my stomach that made me a little sick. My eyes fall towards her outstretched hand. Blood drenched her skin, even dripping onto the floor. She clenches her fist slightly, cringing from pain. I glance at her face as she pulls her hand towards her.