Addicted To You #1 || MJ

6.

"What was that?" Mario stood up. Many people heard the screams and looked around, bemused.

"Chantelle..." Michael clicked the hide button. "No..."

With furious speed, he bolted out of the restaurant. He spun around as if he were on fire. Michael prayed and hoped it wouldn't be anything to do with a head concussion.

He neared the shop Chantelle said she was going to. She wasn't in there. He carried on running down the pavement. He stopped. He dialed her number and held the phone to his ear.

Michael could hear her ridiculous ringtone. He started running again and turned to his right. The streets were quieter and smaller. Most of all, secluded. Michael looked down and saw Chantelle leant against the brick wall, groaning. A red bruise was beginning to form on her forehead.

"Chantelle...Chantelle, you've got to get up," Michael wrapped an arm around her waist securely, ready to hoist her up.

"I can't...my head. Turn...off...that...stupid...alarm," Chantelle's head fell back onto the wall.

"There isn't any alarm Chantelle. What happened?"

"Someone hit me...with a baseball bat..."

"What did the person look like?" Michael put a hand into Chantelle's jacket and took out her phone.

"Don't...remember...black....the...person...was...dressed...in...black..." Chantelle's head moved across the wall.

"All over?"

"Yeah...I...think...so..."

"I need you to get up. I need to get you to the car. I'll help you. Come on Chantelle," Michael slightly pulled her up but stopped as Chantelle begged Michael to stop.

"I'm calling Mario," Michael scrolled through her contacts until he found 'Mario'.

He pressed onto the number and waited for him to pick up.

"Come on, come on," Michael muttered at the wait.

"Chantz? What's up?" Mario shouted at the top of his voice, defeating the loud noises.

"It's not Chantelle. It's me, Michael," Michael put a hand to Chantelle's forehead. Chantelle winced. Michael dropped his hand.

"Michael? Who? Were you the one at the restaurant with Chantelle?"

"Yes, yes. You need to come now. Chantelle, she's been hit-across the head."

"Man, what? Are you being serious?"

"Of course I'm being serious!" Michael raised his voice.

"Sorry, man. Calm. Where are you?"

Michael gave him all details of where he was to Mario and made sure he didn't forget it.

"On my way," Mario disconnected the call.

Michael slipped Chantelle's phone into her pocket. He took a deep breath in.

"Chantelle? Mario's coming," Michael informed her.

"Alright...TURN OFF THAT STUPID ALARM!!!!" Chantelle pounded the brick walls, and started to cry.

"Chantelle...Chantelle, stop, stop," Michael took her hands in his. "There isn't any alarm. Just take deep breaths in and out."

Chantelle did as he said. "There is...I can hear it..."

"There isn't. I promise you," Michael drummed his fingers against her waist.

Minutes later, he heard steps running down the pavement. It was Mario. He now wore a turquoise jumper with two white stripes at the chest. He wore a flower like chain. He also had dark blue jeans and dark blue trainers.