#Chapter 12 – Getting Scott from the pub.

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 people. But from when I dated Scott, I remembered that he enjoyed going to any kind of bar that he could find. He would often drag me to them, and I’d have a miserable time. By the end of