Axel POV
With two dead phones and no help from the others, none let me use theirs; something about low on credit till the next time they get some pocket money.
I had no choice but to wait for someone who would either lend me their phone or take me home. These guys were too young to drive and were left here to clean up the place. They had Pizza on the table, which I had a couple of pieces of, and he told me I had missed Roger. He would be back in the morning, as he was the driver, and would take us all home after he was satisfied the place was clean enough. I did not even know the address or whose house this was.
I had been telling myself all night, worried sick about Austin, the room his clothes and phone were in had blood on the carpet, and by the state of the room, he had put up a da
