Chapter 33: Pointless (Indie’s POV)
I was just lying in bed and scrolling through social media when my phone rang. It’s almost one-thirty, who the hell—
I answered, sitting up. “Hello?”
“Indie, it’s Caleb.”
“Yeah, I know. What happened?”
“Where are you right now?”
“I’m at home, why?”
“Listen, don’t freak out, okay?”
“Why would I freak out? Caleb?”
“I just got to Wabara’s apartment, okay? I tried calling him on my way back but he wasn’t answering.”
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know,” he sighed. “His apartment is locked, he won’t answer the phone, Bourbon is barking inside. I don’t know what to do. I have no idea where the fuck he went, but Indie…” he paused.
“What?”
“He was drinking.”
I kicked the covers off and climbed out, pulling my slides on and grabbing my keys. “Are you outside his apartment right now?” I asked, running out the front door and to the elevator. I pressed the button about a dozen times.
“Yeah, I think he left the keys inside. I don’t know how to get in.”
“Ask his neighbor. He has a spare key. Ask quickly! I’m coming, I’m on my way!” I ran out into the lobby and through the main entrance. I ran down the sidewalk, avoiding bumping into anyone. He hung up the phone so I clutched it in my hand and ran to his apartment building. The security guard knows me now and he let me in without asking questions. I ran to the elevator and caught my breath while it slowly moved up to his floor.
I stepped out and ran over to Caleb who was banging on the neighbor’s door. “This guy isn’t giving me the fucking keys!”
I rang the doorbell three times. “Ricky!” I stopped when he pulled the door open, standing there. “Give me the keys.” I panted, holding my hand out.
He watched me carefully.
“Goddamnit, you saw me that day when you walked Bourbon! Hurry, please!”
He nodded slowly, “Yeah. I know you. Here.” He dropped them in my palm.
I moved over to Wabara’s door and unlocked the apartment, rushing inside. His bedroom door was wide open and he wasn’t there.
“I’ll check the bathroom,” Caleb said and then rushed in there. He came out, shaking his head. “Nothing.”
I took out my phone and dialed his number. I could hear it ringing past the sound of my own heartbeat which was echoing, pounding in my ears. I moved to the couch where Bourbon was barking. “Shh, shh!” I hissed, setting him on the floor. I moved all the cushions around and found his phone sandwiched in between. I groaned and hung up, dropping both our phones on the coffee table. “Where is he?” I cried out, running a hand through my hair.
“I’ll go ask security downstairs if he left the building.” I nodded in understanding before he ran out and to the elevator.
I stood there, pacing. I walked over to the small balcony and pulled it open, stepping out. I looked down, left, right. As if I could see him from up here. Then I heard it.
“Indigo!” It was muffled but it was him.
I looked up.
“Indigo, Indigo, Indigo!”