Why I Don't Like You

Chapter 13: Because you are not the owner of my life

Liz' POV

I got back from the bathroom and watched the empty spot where we used to sit. Where was he? He didn't leave me behind, right? He was probably in the bathroom as well. I sat down at our spot and waited.

After 30 minutes I went up to a waiter.

'Sir? Did you see the guy I was with leaving?'

He nodded. 'Yeah, sorry Ma'am. Two women got up to him and took him with them.'

I swallowed. 'W-what did they look like?'

'Well... One girl had blond hair. And, yeah, she was ehm, pretty ugly.'

'Rebecca.' I mumbled before turning around and running outside. 'Thanks.' I said, although I was already outside, and the waiter couldn't hear me.

I looked around, hoping for some clue. I walked around, until I realised I had nothing to search for. Like he would leave a note with clear instructions for me to do. There wasn't much that I could do now. I could... go home. I could go back to my grandparents and, my, my, I didn't want that. Be a hobo? Maybe. Best option so far.

With that in my mind, I got up and walked towards nothing. I had to leave this place, I couldn't stay here any longer. I could have done that with Nick, but by myself? Never. If I only knew where ALex was staying... I just, I had to go home and get my phone. I needed to call Alex, be in touch with people I needed to talk to.

It was dark for awhile already, I decided it was enough. I must have been walking for hours and hours, to somewhere I didn't even know of in which direction it was. Without a warning my body collapsed on the cold and hard floor.

After a few hours I woke up. My body was hurting and muscles were stiff, but I didn't care, I did it for Nick.

'Ouch!' I said to myself as I took my first babysteps. But after a few other steps I knew I would be okay so I went on walking. Somehow I knew that Nick was in deep trouble, and I would be too if I returned home. But If I didn't, Timmy would be.

After another hour of walking, I came past my grandparents farmhouse. This gave me the courage to run all the way back, it meant that it was less than a day away from home. Home, I would be able to call Alex and ask him for help. I would be able to take Timmy with me!

The road became familiar by the time I was out of breath. I knew home couldn't be too far away. I sat down at the sidewalk and placed my face in my hands. My clothes were... horrible. I noticed after looking down for a moment. I had been wearing them for too long already, and slept in the dirt with them. But I couldn't really care, I could grab some new clothes at home. I got up and walked home.

What would I do know? I was standing in front of the house, but I had no idea if my mother was home and what the danger would be if she noticed me. What if she called the cops because I was missing again? She wouldn't... right? I took a deep breath and decided to walk around the house and see if she was home.

Luck was on my side. It seemed like only Timmy was at home. This was my time to take him with me, and make sure we were both safe. This was my time to do what we both deserved. I rang the doorbell and Timmy soon opened up.

'L-'

'Timmy! When is... mom... coming home?'

'An hour or so... why?' he studied my worried expression. 'What's wrong?'

'Tims, I need you to trust me now. Grab some clothes, and only very important stuff, I'll do the same, and then we'll leave. Later I'll tell you what's wrong, but first, trust me, please!' A lonely tear streamed down my cheek. Timmy just nodded and ran upstairs. I followed him and grabbed my stuff.