dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Phone Call

Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Phone Call.

I trodden slowly up the stairs towards the apartment. It was like every ounce of happiness I had with dad today had vanished into thin air. I signed loudly, rummaging through my bags, trying to find my keys. I eventually came across them, and I pulled them out, and they jingled in my hand. I grabbed the handle to find it wasn't even locked. I grumbled under my breath about what a waste of time finding my keys, was. At least it means Vic's home, I guess. I opened the door and trudge down the small hall, into the wide open space. Vic was sitting on the couch, that was given to us by Sharron and Darren, with his guitar perched in his lap.

"Hey Kitty, how was your day?" He asked cheerfully, giving me a wide happy smile. Urgh, happy or cheerful weren't adjectives that could be used for me right now. I just stayed silent, shrugging my shoulders. Before dropping my bag on the floor. Vic smiles dropped.

"What's wrong? What happened?" He asked hurriedly. I paused, and looked at him. His big chocolate eyes were wide and swimming with worry. It was like seeing me upset or troubled took affect in hum as well. It made me feel a little bad. I just sighed and attempted to give him a weak smile.

"I'm fine, don't worry about it." I brushed it off, heading towards the bed. I heard Vic's get off the couch. He grabbed my forearm, stopping me, before spinning me around. My arm stayed limp in his grasp. He looked so concerned, it made my heart ache a little bit.

"You can talk to me about anything, y'know that right?" He murmured huskily. I felt my shoulders drop, and a small, but now more genuine, smile went across my face. I reached up, placing my hand on the side of his cheek. He leant his face into my hands, closing his eyes, as I lightly rubbed my thumb over his cheek bone.

"I know, I'm just not in the mood for talking right now." I whispered softly to him. He opened his eyes, catching my gaze, searching them for some clue on why my mood was down. His hand moved from my arm, to my back, before his other arm snuck round too, and he pulled me into him. I buried my head into his chest, my arms hanging loosely by my side. I inhaled his familiar musky sent and felt at home. It made me realise how much I needed him. I had no idea what I would do if he went away. I wish there was some way to just pause right now, so I could stay in the circles of his arms for a little longer. To feel safe, like all the monsters are circling but can't touch us. I just wanted him forever. That's all I ask for right now, is that every day I can wake up and find him in the morning, and come home to him at night. The overwhelming sense of love that burst through me just now made my arms go from my sides to around his waist, to hold him as tight as I could.

"Please never leave." My voice was tiny, barely even audible. I thought he hadn't heard me, before he pressed his face to my hair.

"Of corse not." He whispered, pressing a kiss on top of my head. We stood like that for a little while, just wrapped in the security of each other arms, letting the world slip by and not giving two shits about it. I wish it could have stayed like that...

The phone call came in the middle of night. I hadn't slept, and I know it was sometime past 1AM. It was completely silence, no cars outside, no people in the streets. Just dead, utterly deafening, silence. The ringing cut through it, as I stared straight at the curtain, hiding the light from the window behind it. I felt Vic stir next to me, my back to him. He made a small grumbling noise before I felt him sit up. I could heard his hand fumbling over the desk, before he managed to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" He croaked. I could barely hear the person on the line, but I could tell they were crying. For a moment, I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to listen to what Vic was saying. I think he was asking who it was and what was wrong. I already knew though. Vic went silent, listening to the person, before he let out one word.