Rescue me || Caleb Finn

21. Korra - Thinking about Caleb

After the argument about Caleb being very well known on social media. I couldn't stop thinking about how he didn't tell me. I don't really care but why would he keep something from me?

When I walked to my car since I just got off work I see a police man walking towards me. I immediately froze in place. Caleb running towards me.

"Ma'am are you Korra Langford?" I nod in response. The officer sighs.

"Zach Harris is in jail," The officer said. His Name said Hemmings.

"For what?" I asked him.

"Sexual assault. His parents wanted me to tell you," Mr. Hemmings said.

"Okay," I said. Watching Mr. Hemmings walk away from us. I stare at the ground trying to process what I've been told.

"Are you alright?" Caleb asked. I nod as I get into my car and head home.

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As I stand in the shower, probably having time pass quicker than I think. I thought about Caleb. What he would do? If he would join or not. I respected him. He knew my boundaries due to what I've been through. He waited for me to do something if he wanted to touch me or he'd ask. No guy does that nowadays. I sigh then rinse myself off after washing myself. I ring my water to make sure there's no more water. And then turn off the shower. I step out wrapping a towel around my body. I open the door to feel coldness hit my skin.

In all honestly it felt pretty damn good. I went into my bedroom grabbing an over large t-shirt and a pair of boxers for females, setting them on my bed. I dry myself well letting the towel drop onto the floor. I walk to my bed putting my clothes on. I wrap my hair up in an old t-shirt letting it dry and not frizz up.

I grab a small duffel bag. Put a pair of clothes in it. Along with putting on some sweats over my underwear. I grab a charger and put it in my bag. I turn off some of my lights. Putting my duffle bag on the table by my front door. I put my shoes on, grab my keys from the hook, get my bag from the table.
Leaving my home. I text Caleb asking for his address. He gives me his address. I put it in my map and it was a 75 minute drive. Oh well. I take off my old t-shirt from my hair. Throwing it in the backseat. Putting my duffle bag into my passenger side driving to his house.