Page 49 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“You need to find out why!” I insist. “And who is the other guy?”
“That’s Wrecker,” he sighs again. “Don’t fuckin’ move from this spot, Emily. Do you understand?” Puck shoves a finger in my face when he says that. I nod in agreement, and off he goes.
I remain inside the coffee shop, looking outside but unable to do anything else.
“Which one do we take in?” a voice asks from a non descriptive sedan parked at the curb right in front of the coffee shop.
Since the door is open, their voices travel. When I see them moving more to the side to make sure no one can hear them, I sneak out and make my way closer, so I can eavesdrop.
“The one they call Wrecker,” a second voice responds. My heart is beating outside of my body right now, I am sure of it.
“Under what charges?” the first voice asks as if I am not losing my shit right here and now.
“Attempted murder,” voice number two explains. “It was last night. You should see the body.”
“That bad?”
“To say the least,” the person snorts in response.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
If that is Wrecker, and he is now being arrested for attempted murder…
He was with Becca last night.
Oh my god, he attempted to kill my best friend.
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Emily
Decidingto disregard Puck’s advice, I take off in a run. I need to get to Becca. I am scared out of my mind, and it takes me a while to get to the elevators.
People are everywhere, and I don’t have the patience to wait. When I notice the door leading to the stairs, I rush to it.
I am not completely out of shape, however, I am not exactly athletic either. Getting to the fourth floor without any lack of oxygen to the brain takes me a little longer than I was hoping.
Once I get to the landing that will take me to Becca’s room, I am scared to death of opening the door to get into the hallway. What if it’s all swarming with the police right now? What if I see her dead body? I will never recover from it, I just know it.
I squeeze my eyes shut and pull on the heavy door, then wait. Silence is the only thing meeting my ears, confusing me to all hell.
I open my eyes, look to the left, then to the right. Not one human in sight, dead or alive.
“Stop being so dramatic,” I think to myself. “They didn’t actually say Becca’s name.”
Which is true, but since I know this Wrecker character spent the night with my best friend, and he is currently being arrested for murdering someone overnight, what else am I supposed to think?
Even though my feet are killing me in these shoes, I start jogging down the hallway until I reach Becca’s room. I take a deep breath, then let it all out. This is it.
I make a fist with my hand and bang it against the hotel room door. There is absolutely no noise coming from the other side.
“Becca!” I panic and bang on the door louder. Please, God, just let her be asleep. “Wake the hell up,” I yell. “It’s urgent!”
I continue hitting the door until my hand is sore. I almost start crying in relief when I hear movement from the other side. Someone is trying to unlock the door.
“Becca,” I about fall on her when her sleepy face comes into view. “Are you okay?” I am squeezing her so tight, neither one of us is able to breathe properly.
“What? Why wouldn’t I be?” She attempts to dislodge my arms from around her, but I just can’t make myself to do it. The relief I am feeling at knowing she is okay is freaking me out.
