Chapter Twenty Four

                                    

                                          
"Has Liam messaged you yet?" He's looking at me and his worry is scaring me, grabbing my phone I unlock it.
                          
"No, why? I'll phone Georgina and ask if she has heard from him" Calling Georgina it took a while for her to answer.
                          
"Hey Alena, what's wrong?"
                          
"Georgina, have you heard anything else from Liam?"
                          
"No, nothing why?"
                          
"I'm not sure, we will be home soon" Hanging up I look at Jackson his face full of worry, he is scaring me now.
                          
"Try ring him Alena, he might answer to you, especially if he's just trying to cause trouble" His eyes watching me, please answer Liam, finding his number I hit call, sitting waiting, it is ringing, but no answer.
                          
"He's not answering Jackson" I feel sick, I am worried now.
                          
"Right, we have to go, we will go to the apartment first and see Georgina, we'll try and work out where he could have gone, and hopefully track him down" His hand pulling me up from the seat, I feel frozen, sitting in the car Jackson driving my mind on Liam, where is he?
                          
"Why would he just go and not say anything? Where is he anyway?" Looking at Jackson he shakes his head, clearly having no idea either.
                          
"I don't know, I thought maybe he would disappear to make me realise been with you hurt him, but this is too far, he wouldn't do this" I feel like this is my fault, what if he really isn't happy about me and Jackson? I feel worse because I should have insisted on finding him yesterday when he didn't show up, instead we just assumed he was having a mad weekend.  Glancing at Jackson, I can't help but wonder if he blames me as well, getting into the apartment Georgina is waiting, looking worried.
                          
"Anything?" I don't see why I asked that, if she had made contact she wouldn't look so worried, she just shook her head, walking in we sit down.
                          
"Okay, which bars does he go to usually?" Jackson looked at Georgina, she would know more than me, I hardly ever go out.  She sat listing names of bars and clubs, along with the people he usually goes out with.  Sitting we ring around everyone one of them, each one saying they have not seen him.
                          
"Right, so it looks like no one has seen him since Friday, but his friend Mark said he left with a woman Friday, so maybe he pulled?" Jackson shook his head, not accepting it as a good enough excuse.
                          
"Even if he had, he would have answered his phone by now. Liam isn't one for keeping quiet either, I would have had a text by now from him bragging about pulling, actually I would have had one the night he pulled" He is worrying me now.
                          
"Oh, before I forget, your jacket is over there Jackson" Georgina is pointing towards the jacket I had totally forgot about that, it is a good job she remembered but right now I doubt Jackson will care about where his jacket was.
                          
"Erm, no that isn't mine, not my style at all" He is looking at us confused, so it isn't his jacket then
                          
"Well, whose is it? As it certainly wouldn't fit Liam, you're the only other guy that comes here" Panic rising inside me, what the hell is happening?
                          
"The door was unlocked remember, but I could have sworn I locked it. That jacket must have been put there during the night" Georgina pointed out, looking around, had someone else been in here while we slept?
                          
"Alena, you don't think it was him, do you?" I don't need to look at her to know who she is talking about, bile beginning to rise inside me, looking up fear in my eyes would it be Max? What would he even gain from coming here and leaving his Jacket, just to try to scare me? I feel too hot, and every second I am getting worse, my heart beating faster, skipping beats from the fear.