Keep Me Warm
Chapter 9
*Matt's POV*
Flashback
I watched as Sophie made her way to the bathroom, knowing that she needed a moment to herself. How could this Chris guy hurt her? The thought of him hitting her made a rush of anger run through my body. He would never lay a finger on her again, I'd make sure of that. I had to find him and make sure he got my message. I wasn't usually very confrontational, but when it came to my friends or people I cared about being hurt, it was like I turned into a different person.
I payed the bill and began walking thought the restaraunt. This so called "Chris" arsehole had seemed to be pretty well-aquainted with hard whiskey, so I made my way to the bar. He was nowhere to be seen, so I decided to peek around outside, getting angrier the more I searched. I was completely prepared to beat the shit out of the brute.
I looked everywhere, and when I had no luck finding him, I finally gave up. He must have already left. I figured that sophie could be out of the bathroom by now looking for me, and the last thing I wanted was for her to think I abandoned her, so I went back to the table. Shw wasn't back yet, so I took a seat and waited for her, hoping that she wasn't still upset and crying in the bathroom.
After waiting for about 5 minutes, I had worked up the courage to go by the bathroom and check on her.
I wasn't sure if she was in the mood for comforting or not, so I stood outside the door of the ladys' restroom --hesitating before gently tapping on the door. It wasn't a private restroom, but what else was I suppose to do? A few women came to the door witha confused look on their faces, making me feel even more idiotic.
"Erm, sorry, but have you seen a pretty, young girl with blond hair in there? She's about yay tall." I estimated her height and gestured my hand to it in fron of me.
"No, I havent noticed, your'e welcome to come in for a moment to look for her if you'd like." A women answered, showing a look of concern as a worried expression came over my face.
I hesitated for a second, but the worry that I felt took ober my limbs as I rushed into the restroom as I mumbled a quick thank you.
"Sophie?... Sophie?" I repeated, still getting no reply.
Maybe she was too upset tor embarrassed o call back. I looked under the stalls, hoping to find her black heels somewhere behind one of them.Still, I found no sign of her. Something didn't feel right. Fear ran though me as I escaped the bathroom to go looking for her. She wouldn't have just left me here would she? Maybe she had been embarrassed and called Harry to come get her. I froze and my body tensed.
Chris. He was nowhere to be found, and Sophie was gone. What if he'd taken her? I ran outside and looked to the parking lot. as I began to walk towards it, I stopped dead in my tracks --slowly turning my head towards the dark woods behind me. Why had I chosen here. Out of all places. If he'd taken her and dragged her into the woods, it would be all my fault. I stumbled forwards before picking up my pace and running through the foliage at the entrance.
I searched for nearly an hour, continuously stopping to listen for any sign of her, but still found none. My heart begged for me to continue, but my mind told me that she'd was safe and had already left with Harry. I decided that I would go to my car and call her to make sure she was safe. By the time I got back to the car, my mind was racing with horrid thoughts again. My legs knees felt weak, and I climbed into my car as I got out my mobile.
"She's fine" I told myself aloud, trying to ease my anxiety.
I dialled her number and listened to it ring, praying she would pick up. My fingers clenched around the steering wheel as I heard the familliar voicemail that followed the unanswered rings, and tried to sound calm as I left her a vouce recording, begging her to call me back or send me a text.
After three more failed attempts, I gave up. I decided that I was probably just being paranoid and needed to give it a rest. She probably just didn't want to be bothered right now. I respected that and decided I would send her a text.
To: Sophie
I'll see you at work tomorrow, goodnight love.
Except she never came to work the next day, or the next week.
*End of flashback*
Sohpie hadn't been to work for over two weeks. I tried calling and texting her a few times a week to make sure she was okay, but she hadn't gotten back to me. I got off work a little late and finally worked up the courage to go see her. My palms pressed tightly to the steering wheel as I made my way to her flat. I noticed that the black Range Rover I'd expected to be there wasn't, but it was possible that Harry had gone out and she was home by herself. Hesitantly, I opened my car door then climbed out, placing my feet on the hard concrete.
My heart faced for reasons I wasn't sure of, and I felt my palms grow swaty as I made my way up the walk-way towards the front door. I froze for a moment, ceasing my steps. I needed to compose myself. I stood there for a minute, allowing my body to relax. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeplu, letting the oxygen flow through me as it calmed my racing heart. I wasn't sure why I was getting myself so worked up, I knew she was alright. Harry would have let me know otherwise. He was a nice guy, and I knew he cared for her as much as I did.
I managed to stay calm as my knuckels tapped the door gently. That wasn't hard enough. I waited for a moment before tapping a little harder, still getting no answer. Nobody was home. She must have gone out somewhere with Haryy or something. The thought put me at ease. I knew she was safe with him. I walked back to my car and sat for awhile, resting my forehead on my palm.
I wondered why she hadn't returned my calls or came to work. Was she trying to avoid me? I understood that the situation with Chris was uncomfortable for the both of us, but I hoped that she didn't hate me for finding out. I shook the thought and tried to convince myslef that she was on vacation with Harry and didn't have cell phone reception. Or maybe her phone was lost or broken and she'd quit her job at the restaurant. No. That couldn't be right. Even if she was ashamed to talk to me or embarrassed about what had happened, she would tell me she was okay and what was going on. Right?
Flashback
I watched as Sophie made her way to the bathroom, knowing that she needed a moment to herself. How could this Chris guy hurt her? The thought of him hitting her made a rush of anger run through my body. He would never lay a finger on her again, I'd make sure of that. I had to find him and make sure he got my message. I wasn't usually very confrontational, but when it came to my friends or people I cared about being hurt, it was like I turned into a different person.
I payed the bill and began walking thought the restaraunt. This so called "Chris" arsehole had seemed to be pretty well-aquainted with hard whiskey, so I made my way to the bar. He was nowhere to be seen, so I decided to peek around outside, getting angrier the more I searched. I was completely prepared to beat the shit out of the brute.
I looked everywhere, and when I had no luck finding him, I finally gave up. He must have already left. I figured that sophie could be out of the bathroom by now looking for me, and the last thing I wanted was for her to think I abandoned her, so I went back to the table. Shw wasn't back yet, so I took a seat and waited for her, hoping that she wasn't still upset and crying in the bathroom.
After waiting for about 5 minutes, I had worked up the courage to go by the bathroom and check on her.
I wasn't sure if she was in the mood for comforting or not, so I stood outside the door of the ladys' restroom --hesitating before gently tapping on the door. It wasn't a private restroom, but what else was I suppose to do? A few women came to the door witha confused look on their faces, making me feel even more idiotic.
"Erm, sorry, but have you seen a pretty, young girl with blond hair in there? She's about yay tall." I estimated her height and gestured my hand to it in fron of me.
"No, I havent noticed, your'e welcome to come in for a moment to look for her if you'd like." A women answered, showing a look of concern as a worried expression came over my face.
I hesitated for a second, but the worry that I felt took ober my limbs as I rushed into the restroom as I mumbled a quick thank you.
"Sophie?... Sophie?" I repeated, still getting no reply.
Maybe she was too upset tor embarrassed o call back. I looked under the stalls, hoping to find her black heels somewhere behind one of them.Still, I found no sign of her. Something didn't feel right. Fear ran though me as I escaped the bathroom to go looking for her. She wouldn't have just left me here would she? Maybe she had been embarrassed and called Harry to come get her. I froze and my body tensed.
Chris. He was nowhere to be found, and Sophie was gone. What if he'd taken her? I ran outside and looked to the parking lot. as I began to walk towards it, I stopped dead in my tracks --slowly turning my head towards the dark woods behind me. Why had I chosen here. Out of all places. If he'd taken her and dragged her into the woods, it would be all my fault. I stumbled forwards before picking up my pace and running through the foliage at the entrance.
I searched for nearly an hour, continuously stopping to listen for any sign of her, but still found none. My heart begged for me to continue, but my mind told me that she'd was safe and had already left with Harry. I decided that I would go to my car and call her to make sure she was safe. By the time I got back to the car, my mind was racing with horrid thoughts again. My legs knees felt weak, and I climbed into my car as I got out my mobile.
"She's fine" I told myself aloud, trying to ease my anxiety.
I dialled her number and listened to it ring, praying she would pick up. My fingers clenched around the steering wheel as I heard the familliar voicemail that followed the unanswered rings, and tried to sound calm as I left her a vouce recording, begging her to call me back or send me a text.
After three more failed attempts, I gave up. I decided that I was probably just being paranoid and needed to give it a rest. She probably just didn't want to be bothered right now. I respected that and decided I would send her a text.
To: Sophie
I'll see you at work tomorrow, goodnight love.
Except she never came to work the next day, or the next week.
*End of flashback*
Sohpie hadn't been to work for over two weeks. I tried calling and texting her a few times a week to make sure she was okay, but she hadn't gotten back to me. I got off work a little late and finally worked up the courage to go see her. My palms pressed tightly to the steering wheel as I made my way to her flat. I noticed that the black Range Rover I'd expected to be there wasn't, but it was possible that Harry had gone out and she was home by herself. Hesitantly, I opened my car door then climbed out, placing my feet on the hard concrete.
My heart faced for reasons I wasn't sure of, and I felt my palms grow swaty as I made my way up the walk-way towards the front door. I froze for a moment, ceasing my steps. I needed to compose myself. I stood there for a minute, allowing my body to relax. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeplu, letting the oxygen flow through me as it calmed my racing heart. I wasn't sure why I was getting myself so worked up, I knew she was alright. Harry would have let me know otherwise. He was a nice guy, and I knew he cared for her as much as I did.
I managed to stay calm as my knuckels tapped the door gently. That wasn't hard enough. I waited for a moment before tapping a little harder, still getting no answer. Nobody was home. She must have gone out somewhere with Haryy or something. The thought put me at ease. I knew she was safe with him. I walked back to my car and sat for awhile, resting my forehead on my palm.
I wondered why she hadn't returned my calls or came to work. Was she trying to avoid me? I understood that the situation with Chris was uncomfortable for the both of us, but I hoped that she didn't hate me for finding out. I shook the thought and tried to convince myslef that she was on vacation with Harry and didn't have cell phone reception. Or maybe her phone was lost or broken and she'd quit her job at the restaurant. No. That couldn't be right. Even if she was ashamed to talk to me or embarrassed about what had happened, she would tell me she was okay and what was going on. Right?
Notes
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7/3/13