Two Weeks Later
Beau wondered if Tristan was going to come out the room tonight. Beau had barely seen him since she walked out the door. She took their soul with her and Trist immediately stopped functioning. He took an extended leave from the restaurant and hadn't really left her room since. Beau left food outside the room before he left for work and there was always something cooked when he got home, but he couldn't remember the last time he had even seen Tristan's face. It hurt him that he lost both his hear and soul but he couldn't find it in himself to drag Tristan out.
She packed up her stuff, and walked out the door without a backwards glance. Wouldn't even let them give her a ride. She put their numbers in her phone and gave them both a distant hug before she wrecked their entire world. All they could hope was that she would eventually show up to the coffee shop below or at least call them. But neither had happened over the past two weeks and Beau was ready to scream. But instead, he grabbed his suit coat and walked out the loft. He couldn't stand to sit there and remember her in their home. Not when she wasn't coming back.
2 Months After She Left
Beau watched Tristan get dressed. While he was glad he had finally crawled out of Khara's room, he was still hurt by Tristan's complete withdrawal from anything but work. Trist had crawled out the room almost 3 weeks ago, dressed for work. He sat at the breakfast bar and ate the bacon and pancakes Beau had been preparing. He quickly finished, gulped down half a carton of OJ, kissed Beau, and walked out their home. Beau had stood in the middle of the kitchen, completely speechless for what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes before he snapped out of it and went to work himself. The next three weeks went much the same. Trist slept in Khara's room but wouldn't let Beau in there, was up for breakfast and back for dinner. They had maybe talked a total of 20 minutes, most of which being "I love You"s" or "Have a good day." Beau knew they couldn't push Khara but he was growing desperate. She had one more week or he was going down to that shitty townhouse and dragging her out himself.
It was storming harder than it had all year and there weren't many people out. It was expected to flood and nobody wanted to be caught outside. Racheal was damn lucky she lived in a small one bedroom in the same building. She was hoping Beau would let her close up since they hadn't had a customer since opening almost 4 hours ago. She was sitting there playing Diner Dash on her phone when the heard the chime go off on the front door. she looked up to what appeared to be a drowned rat. The lady had on no shoes, coat, or even long pants for that matter. Racheal walked from behind the counter, thinking maybe it was just one of the local homeless looking for shelter from the storm.
Khara was terrified and knew she had to hide, she wasn't sure if Jared was going to stay gone for long and she had to make it to Beau or Tristan before he figured out she was gone. She had walked the 4 miles to the coffee shop hoping she could hide here until she could call them. She noticed the Beau's cousin, Racheal who made cute drawling in the foam in her drinks. "Is Beau or Tristan around, I desperately need to speak with them, please. And can I please sit in the back, I fear my ex-fiance may come after me and I don't want him to find me here" she whispered brokenly.
Rach jumped in fright realizing what she thought was a hobo was actually that girl that Beau and Trist seemed to be mooning over. She quickly reached out to pull Khara in but was startled when Khara jumped back in fright and curled in on her self. Racheal's eyes widened and she slowed her approach. Khara realized the girl didn't mean to harm her and edged further in the shop. She glanced down at the wet trail she was leaving she raised her head to apologized but Rach was too busy in her phone. She wondered if she was calling Beau or Tristan. She desperately hoped she was because Khara needed them now more than ever. The last two month had been a nightmare and she desperately wanted to sleep without wondering if Jared would force her to spread her legs or open her mouth.
Khara followed Racheal in shuffling steps toward what she assumed was the back of the coffee shop. Racheal shuffled Khara into a tiny office and gave her a few of the towel they kept to dry up messes to dry off. Khara couldn't her Racheal conversation but she briefly wondered if coming her had been the right decision. Jared had taken her phone, thrown Ziggy out and locked her in the house for nearly two months. She had finally managed to get out while he was gone to Dallas again. She broke the small kitchen window and started the long walk through the rain. She didn't even pack or put clothes on because she knew getting out was more important.
Khara snapped out of her memories when she heard a raised male voice from up front and she began to shake in fright. Once she realized the voice was yelling her name she slowly scooted to the floor and attempted to hide under the tiny desk. The office door burst open and she heard Tristan's sweet voice whimper her name. she slowly crawled from under the desk and stood to find Tristan in tears frantically looking around the room for her. "Trist," she whispered and his gaze snapped to her. He reached out and she immediately curled in on herself, think she would be hit again. Trist stood frozen, his hand a few inches from her. She realized he wasn't going to hit her and flung herself into his arms. She was safe. Finally, she was safe.