You're Not Enough

Chapter 51

"Where are you?" I ask the frantic girl on the other end of the line.

"I- I'm at..., the way-- ware-- warehouse." She stutters, slurring her words.

"Where is he? Where's Travis?"

"I d-- I don't know."

My chest becomes heavy. "Okay, don't go anywhere. I'm on my way."

"Hurry." She says lowly.

I hang up the phone and rush over to my closet, grabbing my black hoodie. It's 10 o'clock. No busses are running. It would take me an hour to get to the warehouse by bus, even if they were.

Think Think

I pick my phone up and call the only person I know will drop everything to help me.

...

"Did she say anything else?" Caleb asks, speeding down the wet road.

"No, she just said she was at the Warehouse, and Travis wasn't there. She didn't sound good. She must have taken something." I say.

"Did you try calling her again?" He asks.

"Yes, she's not answering." I pick up my phone and try calling her again, still no answer.

"So, it's a warehouse?" He questions.

"Warehouse, loft. He and his sister stay there. Sometimes his friends stay there too." I explain.

"Do you think its other people in there?" The tires screech against the pavement as he turns right. The rain is coming down even harder now; his windshield wipers are turned to the max.

"I don't know. I didn't hear anyone."

"Well, is it safe?"

"You don't have to come in," I tell him.

"I'm not going to let you go in there alone. I'm coming in."

"I shouldn't have called you," I say. I told myself I would stay away from him, and here I go calling him soon as I need him. I'm still using him.

"You should have. I told you I would be here for you, whatever you need, whenever you need me."

I don't respond to him. I continue staring out the window. Worry is building in the pit of my stomach, the way Katie sounded on the phone, so scared and confused.

I think back to when I used to take whatever Travis would give me. I didn't even care what it was; everything he gave always made me feel nothing, nothing at all. That temporary high was the best feeling ever. I loved it.

"What did you tell your parents?" he asks.

"I just told them I was going out to get some air." They didn't question it. When I came back downstairs, they were washing the dishes and talking. My father asked where I was going, and I told him I was just going out to get air. He said no, but then my mother said it was okay, and she told me not to be long. Before my father had a chance to go against what she said, I was already out the door.

...

"It's right up there," He pulls up right in front of the brick warehouse. It looks the same, run-down but modern. It's still raining outside, but it's not raining as hard as it was in the beginning. Soon as the car stops, I open the door and hop out. I walk up to the Warehouse and bang loudly on the door. No one answers; I bang on the door again.

"Maybe she called her parents and left," Caleb says.

"She didn't." I bang on the door, and this time, yell her name out.