Back To You
Maurice's POV,
I was jolting all over my apartment feeling threatened. I tried calling Sam once more but he seemed to be in another dimension. He didn’t answer. And the doorbell suddenly rang, appalling me because of the impossibly loud sound. Who is it now? I opened the door, and it was Ricky, standing outside.
“I've booked the tickets for New York.”
“How? There are no tickets available.”
“Don’t worry about how I did it. You just have thirty minutes to pack your stuff. We will leave in half an hour.”
“We?”
“I'm coming with you.”
If I could step out of my body at this moment and see myself from another person’s point of view, I would be certain I wouldn't be able to recognize my face, myself. I'm pale and scared and all the bad things that you hope do not happen on yo
