I yanked on all my clothes, adding a warm coat and scarf. I walked out the apartment, locking it, and took the elevator downstairs.
I ran out the front doors. This is when you need a car. I thought angrily, my feet thudding on the pavement.
I didn't even know which way she went, but at least she couldn't have gone too far; not with a dislocated shoulder and an unborn baby.
I ran towards work, weaving through the people on the pavement, but I couldn't see her; so I turned around, cursing, and ran back the other way.
While running, I pulled my phone out and called her.
"Wrong number." She said. Her voice sounded hollow, lifeless. "I'm not Ella."
I took in all of the background noise on her end; music, cars, and a barking dog. She must be near the larger single-story apartments. "I love you Olivia."
She coughed, "Bye," and hung up. I shoved the phone back into my pocket and sprinted in the direction of the residential end of town; it wasn't far from our apartment, and they were all on the one street.
Please be okay.
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Burns (sequel to bruises)
Teen FictionHe enveloped me in his arms, his touch warm, as it always had been. He kissed the side of my throat, the spot where my pulse throbbed in a steady rhythm that became quicker when he kissed it, and his kiss was the same as it always had been. He smi...
