Speak For Me

Dayana

*Cassidy POV*
~Three weeks later~

"Thank you, Mr. DeMelo, I'll see you again tomorrow." I smile at the older man with frosty white hair and thick oval glasses.

"No, thank you Breanna, I'll let the wife know you stopped by."

Giving one last smile, I close the door to the older couples apartment and I sigh. The DeMelo's are a cute elderly couple, and my only friends here in the city.

They saw me struggling to move in, to the apartment right beside theirs and offered a hand. Even though I had no furniture when I got accepted to move into the apartment, they offered me a lot of things they had in storage, and have even offered to babysit Charlotte.

As their offer was very polite, and I learned they missed their grandchildren, who lived across the country in Idaho, I refused their offer. I haven't been able to let Charlotte out of my sight, and it's from the fear of being watched. I feel like there's always eyes on me, and I know the best way to keep Charlotte and I safe, and that's to keep us together.

Stepping out of the small, but liveable apartment building, I step on to the busy street of New York City. It wasn't my plan to come this far, nor did I want to be this far away from my home, but something in my gut told me to be here.

Well, not really my gut, but the small piece of paper, that Jonah gave me before I left, had a phone number on it, with a New York area code, and I plan on calling the number today.

I know Jonah told me to only call it in cases of emergency, but what does he consider an emergency? I really need someone right now. I need someone to talk to, someone I can express all my worries and concerns to. I just need someone, who's not a baby.

Devonie and I made strict rules when I called her, three days after I left, and when I finally arrived in New York. We'd call once a week, at four o'clock on Fridays.

The first time I called her, she told me that Corbyn's gone very downhill since I left, I kept asking her what she meant, but she refused to tell me, and she hasn't let me talk about him since. She said if I wanted to know if he was okay, I shouldn't have left him.

I miss Corbyn, I miss my husband, more than I realized I was capable of. Being in New York, made me realize that I'm not made to be on my own. I've always lived my life with other people, but now that I'm alone, I'm paranoid. I'm constantly in fear, only because of who my husband is.

Walking across the street, pushing a sleeping Charlotte in her stroller, I walk into a small cafe, with a zen feel to it.

It's got light brown wooden floors and tall wooden chairs, surrounding small, round wooden tables. Each table holds a white lily in a tall glass that's filled with water.

Most tables are filled with students, studying with books wide open, or their laptops shining brightly in their faces. There's only two open tables, and I wish one would stay open, so I can try to make this call.

"Hi there, what can I get for you?" I smile politely to the young looking college student behind the counter. Her long blonde hair is tied up, and held back by the uniformed visor.

"Can I get an everything bagel with creamed cheese?" The girl smiles, punching it into the small till in front of her. "And is there anyway I could use your phone?" She gives me a weird look and I nod. "I think I left my phone at my friends apartment, and I need to call her to see if it's there."

I haven't gotten a new cell phone since I left. I've been calling Dev from a pay phone, so no one can track her calls to find me. Other than Devonie, I haven't had the need to call anyone else.