*Kane's POV*
Street lights flashed by in a blur as I ran down the street as fast as I could, searching in every direction for where she could have disappeared too. I ran out right behind her, there's no way she could have gotten far.
Yet... She was nowhere to be found.
"Just stop for a second!" Claire yelled behind me as I continued to try and put as much distance between us as possible.
I didn't care about her. I didn't care what she had to say anymore. All I was focused on was finding Alias. I had to find her and explain everything. I knew something like this would happen, but I never knew just how well thought out of a plan Claire had mustered up. Part of me believed Claire couldn't possibly do this on her own, but I was fighting away the thoughts in my mind telling me Alias had some part in all of this. No way she would stage all of this, but how could I be sure? The only person I needed to talk to was completely unreachable.
I tried calling repeatedly, knowing her phone was off. I searched for her in every taxi I could see, probably looking like a madman or a crazed stalker. As minutes seemingly turned to hours, I realized I wouldn't find her anywhere nearby. I sat down on a bench hopelessly. Claire eventually caught up to me, I spotted her walking towards me. All my anger inside me raged, ready to be released on the person responsible for every problem Alias and I have had thus far.
"Can't you take a fucking hint?" I growled at her before standing abruptly.
"This is for the best, Kane! You're forcing her into a lifestyle she doesn't belong too! Let her go back to Ashton!" Claire tried defending herself.
"Let me make this perfectly clear for you. You don't get to tell me what's best for me anymore. Alias is what's best for me. Why can't you leave us alone!?" I yelled at her, "Tell whatever bullshit lie you want, but I know the truth. She is everything to me!" I was making a scene in the street, but I didn't care.
Claire's face fell, "She doesn't love you!"
"I fucking love her," I admitted angrily.
"Kane, I didn't know-.."
"It doesn't matter now, does it?" I scoffed, cutting her off.
"I thought maybe she was just a fling, Kane. I never meant to hurt you again," She admitted.
"Claire, all you ever mean to do is hurt people to get your way. I put up with your shit for years. You owe me for all the shit you've put me through. I'm calling in the favor now," I glared at her, "Disappear. I never want to see you again," I dropped my head in my hands.
I listened to hear heels clack away on the sidewalk and hoped it'd be the last time I'd ever see her. This was mostly all my fault. I should have done more to stop this as soon I realized Claire's intentions. As much as I'd like to drown my sorrows in a bottle of bourbon, I had to find my girl.
I scrolled through my phone, aimlessly really. If she checked into a hotel, I wouldn't be able to find out which one. God knows Sarah would never tell me where she was. A million thoughts were running through my mind. I had no clue where to even begin, this whole situation was almost surreal to me. Just then, my phone rang.
Damion: Kane, you really did it this time, man. What the hell happened?
Kane: Damion, please. You know me better than anyone-...
Damion: Which is why I can't figure out why you didn't kick her out as soon as she stepped of the elevator.
Kane: It's complicated. I-..
Damion: Save it. Alias deserves an explanation, not me. I talked to Sarah, she's going to send you the hotel Alias is in.
Kane: Fuck, thank god.
Damion: She's only giving it to you so you can go explain yourself, so don't fuck this up any worse than it is.
Kane: Thank you, Damion. I'm going to fix this.
Damion: For everyone's sake, I sure hope so, Rhodes. I'm rooting for you.
With that, we hung up and I was on my feet flagging down a taxi. I'd chase her to the ends of the earth just to make things right again. My emotions were raging from sadness to anger. I was mad at her, but I wanted nothing more than to wrap her in my arms.
A cab finally stopped almost in sync with the hotel address arriving to my phone. I instructed him where to go, my heart thudding in my chest. My mind raced the entire ride over. Before we even came to a complete stop, I threw a hundred dollar bill to the driver and ran out the car door, through the lobby and to the elevator. I ran in a mad dash through the hallways, reading each room number in a flash.
1917... 1918... 1919...
I stopped in front of her door... 1920.
I froze momentarily, realizing I'd have to be more honest with Alias than ever before. For this to work, it was finally time to define our relationship for what it truly is. I had to tell her what happened tonight and how I really feel about her. Hesitantly, I knocked on the door. I listened, waiting to hear her move on the other side.
The door unlocked and opened slowly. There stood my beautiful girl, eyes puffy, hair a mess. Her arms were crossed defensively as if she were protecting herself from me. My heart shattered as I looked at her. I desperately wanted to scoop her up in my arms and console her, but I knew she wouldn't let me.
"May I come in?" I asked softly.
She shook her head no.
"Alias, please. Just let me talk to you," I tried persuading her.
"I don't want to talk," Her face fell.
"Please," I pleaded with my eyes, hoping they would show my sincerity.
