Lila’s POV
“Are you out of your mind?” Rachel shouted as I hung up the phone with Scott. I began toward the door. “You can’t just go there. He could be dangerous.”
“I can’t let him hurt himself,” I say as I grab my coat.
“It’s not your problem to fix, Lila,” she told me, following closely behind.
I paused to look at her.
“He called me; I’m now in his recent phone record. He made it my problem.” She didn’t look convinced so I added, “You didn’t hear him a minute ago… he sounded like he was in pain.”
“Fine, but I’m coming with you,” Rachel said with finality, grabbing her own coat.
I gave her a thankful smile before leaving the room.
I really didn’t like pubs; any kind of bar I tried to stay clear of. I wasn’t much of a drinker, and I certainly didn’t like hanging around drunk
