Beckett
My foot tapsthe break as I approach the school.
There’s a herd of people still streaming from the building and my hope soars. Maybe I showed up just in time.
I want to blaze straight to the front door, but there are too many cars exiting the lot, blocking my way.
Overshooting my destination, I pull into the empty bus drop off zone. Leaving it running, I shove the gear into park and jump out. Jogging toward the building.
My feet slow as I pass the spot where I left Elouise’s car this morning. Her car’s not there. But the spot isn’t empty either.
What the fuck?
Did she leave already?
I pull my phone out of my pocket. I tried calling a half dozen times during my drive here, the calls going right to voicemail, but the last attempt was about ten minutes ago.
My finger is about to hit her number when dark hair catches my eye.
My head jerks up and rage tsunamis through me.
“Hey!” My yell is full of accusation and several people turn to face me. But I’m only focused on one.
I stalk towards the piece of shit, his eyes widening as he takes a couple quick steps backward, crashing into bodies.
Adam’s hands go up.
I can’t punch him with so many witnesses, so I just shove my finger into his chest, “Is it you? Are you the fucker messing with Elouise?”
“What!?” there’s panic in his voice, “I d-didn’t do anything! I swear!”
“Bullshit!” I shout, and he takes another stumbling step back, “Who else would be doing this!?”
My own panic is increasing because as much as I don’t want to, I believe him.
“Fuck!” I spin away from him, hitting call again on my phone. One hand holding my phone to my ear, the other tugging on my hair, I look up just in time to catch sight of Elouise’s car turning out of the parking lot.
The phone rings this time and relief sags my shoulders.
She’s fine.
My girl is fine.
I’d just missed-
Then she passes under a streetlamp, illuminating the inside of her car, and my heart stops as I watch a form rise in her backseat.