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It doesn’t escape me that they’ve all crossed my mind in moments I’m very afraid could be my final. They really are my family.
I don’t have time to explain. Opening our group text, sending a single message. Hopefully one of them sees it in time.
And then I leave the bathroom.
Callum
Echo: pink
Ilook up from my phone with an expression I can only assume is terror.
"Y'all seeing this too?" I ask, just to be sure. Why is Echo, after storming out of here earlier, texting his SOS code word to the group? Where the fuck did he run off to?
Anger and jealousy simmer beneath my surface, but I know the tension won't break until I know he's safe.
"He sent me this address earlier," Scout says, showing me their texts on his phone "Didn't say anything else." His eyes are wide as his breath quickens. We've never used our code words. It was Scout's idea that we all have one just in case. We were all convinced it was stupid.
I'm feeling grateful right now.
"Forward it to me," I say, heading out of the building and to my car. The other guys like to use drivers but I'm forever grateful right now that I was too prideful to consider one. Driving my own car gets me out and on the road as quickly as possible. In a timely manner I feel in control of.
I open the address in my maps and follow the directions as fast as the speed limit allows. The location isn't far. I feel myself grow more and more anxious as I pull up to the opulent hotel he's apparently in. Echo's car and his driver nowhere to be seen.
Callum: did he send his room number?
Scout: no, im sorry. im scared callum
Me-fucking-too.
I charge to the front desk frantically. Please, let this lady give me the information. Shit. Is the reservation even under his name?
"Hi, how can I help you?" The desk lady says, eyeing my clearly frazzled demeanor.
I take a breath, I need to try to be calm right now.
"Can you tell me what room Echo Vasilyev is in? He forgot to send the number and he isn't answering." I might not be that recognizable, but I hope his name is. Maybe if she realizes who I am or that I'm someone it will help.
I need all my privileges to kick in right now.
Just like I hoped, realization dawns on her face, "Oh my gosh! You're in Fool's Errand!"
She can't remember my name.
"This isn't usually allowed but I'll check for you." She winks. I really don't give a fuck. I just need her to hurry up. "Ah, here. 3rd floor, Room 3 o' 6."
"Thank you." I say, not sticking around to hear her response.
I have to go, now.
The elevator seems to take forever to arrive. I debate running up the stairs, but I don't think my big ass trying to tackle three flights would be shorter. With every second that continues to tick by the pit in my stomach grows.
The doors open. Fucking finally.
I watch the room numbers as I walk the hall. 303… 304… 305… 306!
"Hey!" I yell, banging on the door. I don't know whats happening in there, just that I need to get in. The unknown fuels my dread.
A second passes before some guy opens the door. My blood boils. I need to stay calm right now.
