Sorry it's been so long guys, I've had some health issues, but I'm finally back on my feet. I'm going to try to update at least twice a week. I'm also starting another shorter Virals story, so you should check it out(:
Chapter three
Ben's POV
I didn't hear it. If only I would have heard it.
The next morning I awoke slowly, peacefully. As part of my morning routine I leaned over to the bedside table and pulled my phone close to me. Turning it on, it revealed a missed call and voicemail from Tory. I smiled at first, childish I know, but I couldn't help it. Then I began to worry. The call was missed at 2:37. Why on Earth would Tor be calling me that late? I hit the play button on the phone. All I could hear was Tory's screaming, then an abrupt silence. The call went on for a few more minutes. Nothing but eerie silence… I heard the familiar click as the phone automatically disconnected. You know the feeling when you can't grasp anything. You can't feel a single emotion, yet somehow they are all there. You don't know what to do, so you sink into a ball and try to forget everything. Everyone. Lying on my bedroom floor I did just that. I didn't cry, curse, panicked or think. I just existed, that's all I could do. I closed my eyes and tried to forget the world. It didn't take long for my mind to begin shutting off. I began to forget memories, forget faces. My mind normally reflects as a crowded room. Busy, loud, you can't focus on anything if you tried, but now as I began to sink into the deepest darkest corner of my subconscious it was different. The room began to empty; faces, memories began to fade. Then the room was empty, I was finally released to blissful peace. Or so I thought. The room could never be completely empty. Tory. Tory. Tory. She was the only thing left in my subconscious. Her smile, her eyes, her darling freckles, always present. It was impossible to forget such an amazing girl.
I stood up, the rush of returning to the real world made my knees weak. I began to feel emotions again. First was anger; whoever did this to Tory wasn't going to be able to run away from this. Hell they won't even be able to crawl. Next came grief; Tory, why her. She didn't deserve this. Then came self-hate; If I would have answered my phone Tor would be safe. I could be holding her in my arms right now. Situations like this always end in the worst- the "what if's." What if she was already dead? I unlock my phone and go to
I could have called Hi or Shelton, but I didn't I didn't want their calm attitude and rash thinking to slow me down…yet I needed them. I needed information. They had been with Tor last and could possibly give me valuable information. I ran out the door in an awkward jog- thing- until I reached Hi's door step. Hi was the perfect choice, talkative enough to get information out of, but trusting and laid back enough to not ask too many questions. The front door swung open to reveal Ruth in a pink robe and her mouth curved in a question like disapproving smile. I looked down as I remembered I was still wearing my family guy pajama pants and no shirt to go with it. Feeling uncomfortable I began to ask for Hi. He, like always beat me to it. Coming up from behind Ruth he gave her a playful pat on the back and led me inside.