The Lonely Girl

Chapter 28: Rescue (Full Chapter)

Trigger warning: mentions of physical abuse and curse words. Read at your own risk!

Derek p.o.v

Three days. It has been three days since Rose ran away. The guilt inside of me was growing with every second.

Every minute felt like torture. A Torture I absolutely deserved for my wrongdoings. Now my attention wasn't fixated on Olivia anymore and the pink cloud of love didn't blind me anymore the more I realized that I was at fault.

I had hired private detectives to find me any information about Rose and her father. Maybe she had gone back or maybe that area of the city was where she lived on the streets. Or maybe not and was it another dead end.

I couldn't sleep at night and during the day I looked every other second on my phone to see if I had gotten a message from them. I took my phone out of my pocket again and pressed the home button. The screen lit up and showed me I had not gotten any new messages.

I sighed in frustration, pinching my nose bridge.

All I wanted was for her to be okay. I could totally understand if she did not want to see me ever again, but we couldn't end, whatever kind of relationship we had, like this.

I needed to see her. And if she was indeed in trouble or in need of help I would offer it to her.

Rose didn't need to come live with me, I would arrange something for her so she could start a life on her own.

I just needed to see her doing well or I would go insane.

I grabbed my hair in frustration. Why was this taking so long?

Hours went by and the only update I had gotten was that both detectives had not found anything yet. 

A groan escaped from my lips. I could not sit still and do nothing. The whole situation was on my mind twentyfour-seven. I couldn't work, I couldn't exercise, I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep.

Never in my life, I had felt like this. This was horrible.

The last time I felt this horrible was when I had started college. My parents had barely any money and had to live for five dollars a week to be able to stay in their house.

I saw how badly they tried to hide their poverty from me but as their son, I could see right through their facade.

It was then I had decided I would do everything in my power to help them, get good grades, a diploma and have a well-paid job to be able to provide for them.

My parents did not deserve to live that kind of a lifestyle.

Then shock hit me. Well, it was more like shame.

What would my parents think of me?

I had pushed away an innocent little girl, that had no home, no money, no nothing.

I sat down behind my desk and buried my face in my hands. I sat there for a couple of hours because when I looked at my phone again I saw that time had gone by.

Just as I was about to close my screen I got a text message from one of my detectives.

We have a lead

It was short but the short sentence held so much weight to it. Finally, they had a lead. It gave me hope.

Immediately a rush of energy went through me. I got up and went to my bedroom. I walked straight to my closet and picked out a fresh pair of clothing. I then rushed to the bathroom for a nice hot shower.