My head is spinning, aching at every corner. There's a ringing in my ears but it isn't any louder than my fastly beating heart thumping in my throat.
Drops of blood trickle down the side of my head, staining my temple and finding their way down to my eye and further blurring my sight. My breaths are slow and steady, the room is silent, the door is locked, the curtains are open to the night, the dog, Baily is curled up at my feet, settling into me as I scratch absentmindedly at his belly.
My entire body aches. My limbs are limp and my muscles are screaming at me. I want to cry, I want to let out the painfully tight knot in my chest, I want the floorboards of this room to swallow me whole.
And then I think of him, and I think that I need him right now and despite the jolt of pain that runs down my spine when I go to move I pull myself up, biting down on my lower lip and search for my phone.
I groan as I get to my feet feeling the world tilt beneath me. My hands stretch out for balance and Baily sits up, watching me move toward the bed side table where my phone is. When I get there I collapse all my weight onto the small mohagany table and let out a heavy breath.
Clutching the edge of the table with one hand I pick up the phone and go straight to dailing his number.
I have it off head, laced in my memory like a stain.
The phone rings. My breath is ragged. My pulse accelerating. Baily moves amd settles at my feet again, warming them up. I chance a glance at the locked door praying it stays that way, closed, locked.
I shut my eyes with a sigh, more pain rippling through my body, "Please pick up," I whisper into the deafening silence.
And a moment later, God is on my side.
"Hello?"
"Adam." I say breathlessly as my head hangs and my eyes fall shut.
