Chapter 89: And then he left
Elijah’s pov ;
I tore through the halls of the hospital, my feet pounding against the linoleum floors. Every corner, every hallway, I searched frantically for any sign of him. But it was as if he had vanished into thin air. My mind raced with fear and desperation as I sprinted to my car, driving recklessly towards our house.
I burst through the door, yelling his name over and over again. The rooms echoed back at me, empty and devoid of any trace of him. I tore through the house like a crazed animal, flipping furniture and ripping open drawers in my desperate search.
"Ash! Please, where are you? Answer me!"
But there was only silence. A deafening silence that suffocated me and made my heart race faster. Tears stung my eyes as I refused to accept that he wasn’t there. He had to be somewhere in this house. He just had to be.
With trembling hands, I drove to Noah’s house, my last beacon of hope. My knuckles were white as I pounded on his door with all the force I could muster. When he finally opened it, I grabbed him by the collar, my eyes wild and bloodshot from tears.
"Where is he?!" I shouted, shaking him violently. "Where is Ash?!"
His face contorted in shock and confusion as he tried to push me off of him. "What are you talking about? Ash isn’t here," he exclaimed, his voice rising in alarm at my frantic state.
With a fierce shove, I pushed him aside and barged into the house, my heart thundering in my chest with apprehension. Every room, every corner, I searched frantically, calling out his name.