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Vol 12: TV Pasta

An hour went by and all that Lacey managed to do was pace up and down her bedroom while Angie; naive on what was going inside Lacey's head- was touching up both her make-up and her pinkish hair in Lacey's room.

Lacey wanted to call or text Calum; but obviously he's hard to contact for a reason. Lacey thought it would be better if she didn't disturb him or annoy him with phone calls or text messages.

Suddenly the girls heard the door nob rattle and could hear foot steps emerging up the wooden stair case.

Luke entered the door frame; his facial expression wasn't any better than before he left; especially as there was no Calum by his side.

"Could you find him?" Angie asked as she set the straightener down as Lacey sat down on the edge of her bed; anxiously waiting for an answer.

"Nothing." Luke huffed.

This didn't really surprise the girls.

"Did you check the apartment?" Angie stood up from where she was sitting; in front of a full length mirror.

"Yeah- I used the key under the door matt; he wasn't fucking home."

Silence entered the room. Lacey could tell Luke and Angie were puzzled. Stumped on what to do next.

"Are you ready Ange?" Luke walked up to his girl friend and kissed her forehead as Angie nodded and collected her purse from the floor.

"Alright, see ya lace." Luke tapped his sisters head as she flinched with annoyance followed by Angie who wrapped her arms around the girls shoulders.

"What time will you guys be home." Lacey ran her fingers through her hair.

"Around midnight." Luke looked back as Angie hugged Lacey goodbye.

"Ok, see you; no drugs ok!" Lacey cupped her hands around her mouth as the couple chuckled and left the girls door.

"If you see Calum or something, call me ok?" Luke looked back at his sister and Lace just quickly nodded.

As she heard the front door close she drew her focus back to the belongings that where stuffed under her bed; which she managed to place before Luke or Angie saw what Lacey had collected earlier.

...

The hot late afternoon heat beamed over Lacey's bed; which spilled onto her closet door.

Music was playing aloud from the record player that was in the far corner of Lacey's room; near her wide bedroom window. Billie Eilish's ocean eyes knows how to do the trick.

Lacey avoided the box under her bed since Luke and Angie barged into her room. All she felt as though her heart desired doing was laying down on her bed; upside down; blood rushing to her head. And that's exactly what she had been doing for the past 20 minutes.

Her mind was blank, surprisingly. She didn't know what to think about; or to worry about. There was just so much in her mind she became so numb she didn't know what to think anymore; so it was blank. She had no energy to arrange her thoughts like her anxiety used to always demand her to do usually.

What happens next?

Is the only thing that slipped into her mind. The things Lacey would do to have a quiet mind; you'd have no fucking idea; she was waiting for her dinner to cool- which was placed gently on her desk adjacent to the window. Microwave mac n cheese tv dinner- yum.

Suddenly the sound of a loud car door being shut outside her window startled Lacey which caused her to fall on to the floor; back landing on the carpet first.