It took Alec three hours; he kept pausing, too exhausted to continue. The sun shining down wasn’t helping his exhaustion, and neither was the fact that he was dehydrated. But he knew he needed to see Max. So, he kept walking, and the second he realised he recognised the streets, he smashed the phone, wiped his prints off it with his spit and shirt and binned it.
He kept walking, the sun shining down, causing him to sweat. He ignored the looks he was getting and continued walking; his heart was in his throat when he finally spotted Max’s house.
He ran. His feet hurt; they were bloody and bruised, and his whole body hurt, but Alec ran. He threw the heavy front door open and ran up the stairs and down the barren hallway to the doors of Max’s bedroom.
But he froze right outside of the door.
