37 days: Holding on 2 broken promises

Nice try

POV
X

My mind is frantic, Julian has been in his office for two minutes and it feels like it's been an eternity.

I'm pacing around the living room, the adrenaline is starting to subside and the pain from the glass in my hand that is surrounded by dried blood is starting to take its effect on me. I try to take shards out to occupy my mind until Julian comes back.

I get out the larger pieces of glass the best I can but there are still smaller, deeper ones claiming my hand as their home.

Julian walks out of his office, painfully slow.

I rush over to him unable to bear another second of not knowing where the girl I love is.

"What did you find out?" I ask eagerly.

"Well..X, there's not much to tell, he'll try to locate Steph through her phone but even if we track Steph, that doesn't necessarily mean she's with Millie. He'll call us with any updates and he can't exactly track Millie's phone given it's partially in your hand..." Julian explains while pointing his index finger at my bloodied hand.

I nod my head feeling disappointed by the lack of information.

Back to square one.

"I'll call Evelyn to get that hand cleaned up, Ang you go get a fucking shirt on," Julian says going back into his office.

I walk into Julian's room pulling a black t-shirt out of the closet and dragging my head through while I wait for Evelyn.

Evelyn is Slim's sister, she's our medic. She doesn't live in the house, she has a job at a hospital and does side work for us when we need it so it doesn't raise any red flags.

I look closer at my fucked up hand and feel the pain grow stronger.

I turn on the notifications for the outdoor camera just in case Steph comes back soon, I need to drill her for questions.

...

It's been 20 minutes since Julian called Evelyn and she's just arrived with a bag of medical supplies in hand.

She gestures for me to sit at the small kitchen table which carries the most light. She pulls out tweezers, rubbing alcohol, a needle, a magnifying glass, and a bandage wrap.

"Wash the blood off your hands, Xavier," Evelyn says without even looking at me.

I do as I'm told, carefully drying my hands with a towel, and sit back down.

She goes to work trying to get the shards out as carefully as possible and it's hurting like a motherfucker but I'd never say that out loud.

She places tiny pieces of glass onto a paper towel, I feel like I'll be here all day getting this out.

My phone dings in the pocket of my jeans. I pull it out with my free hand, camera notification.

I look closely at the image on my screen, it's not someone coming but someone leaving.

Oh no you don't, ghost. You're not getting away with this.