ghostboys

twenty-five

"holy shit, please, wake up!"

my eyes opened, slowly and i saw vance over me, "oh my god allison." he said, embracing me in a hug.

"what.....happened?" i asked, suddenly feeling a horrible pain in my chest.

i went to sit up but i yelped, laying back down.

"that fucker stabbed you." vance said, "that's right! you motherfucker, im going to fucking kill you!" he shouted at the door, as if the grabber could hear him.

"how long has it been?"

"two days. i was able to stop the bleeding by covering it with some of my shirt." i looked and saw half his shirt ripped, "you've been in and out of it all night."

it's night?

i glanced at the small window and saw darkness.

"has the phone rang?"

vance looked at the phone, "no it hasn't. i don't fucking know why. i thought they would call and help me but no they decided to stay fucking quiet!"

"vance! relax!" i cupped his face with my hands, "im okay. let's just calm down. please."

vance nodded, "okay. im sorry, i'm just so fucking sick of this shit."

"i know, me too."

he smiled and began leaning in. i was doing the same but before we could kiss, the phone rang.

"fuck you!" vance angrily yelled at the phone.

"are you seriously yelling at a phone?" i asked with a laugh.

"it's fucking annoying. i know they can hear me." he said, glaring at the phone.

it continued ringing, "son of a bitch!" vance got up and answered it, "what? you going to say something?"

i watched as his face softened and his eyes landed on me. i held a confused look as he handed me the phone.

"hello?"

"how's my pricilla doing?"

it was as if i just got stabbed again. my heart broke at the sound of his voice, "danny?" i choked out, feeling my eyes watering.

"hey you."

"oh my god."

i stood from the bed, stumbling a little as i walked over to the wall with the phone, "is it really you?"

"yeah it's me. i've been watching you this whole time.  im sorry about him. that asshole."

"it's okay. it's not your fault. please don't blame yourself. it's my fault you got taken."

"no!" he yelled, "it's not your fucking fault. don't blame yourself please, allison, please."

"okay," i nodded, "i won't."

"how's vance treating you?" he asked with a laugh.

i rolled my eyes and smiled, glancing over at the said boy who was sitting on the mattress, staring at the floor, "you said you've been watching me so you know how good he's been."

"he cares about you a lot, allie. he may not seem like the type but he really does."

hearing him say this made me realize something.
maybe he's the one.

"enough of this goo goo gaa gaa shit, have you tried stacking the carpets to reach the window?"

"yup and that didn't work."

"no, not everything. when the grabber saw what i had done, that was it. and he took his time with me too." stop it.

"what did you do?" i asked, taking a sit next to vance.

"there's an outlet in the shitter, across from the john."

"yeah, we've both seen it."

"on the other side of that wall, there's a storage room. you cant get into that room, because there's a big ass upright freezer in the way." danny explained.

"okay..."

"break into the wall about two feet above the outlet till you get a panel with screws in it. get the panel off, you're into the freezer."

i smiled, realizing what he was saying, "and then out into the storage room. thank you danny."

"anything for you. i'll always be here, remember that. and if that asshole next to you does something, i'll make sure to haunt his ass."

i chuckled, standing up to put the phone back, "i miss you and again, im sorry."

"don't be."

and with that, he hung up.