Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Waiting Around

POV: Milo

I'd been waiting by the car for 10 minutes. I don't think I've seen Estella be late...ever...to anything. I texted her a few times, but nothing. I called her and it went to voicemail. Now I was starting to get nervous.

I called my friends and they hadn't seen her since they left the field. I don't want her to get in trouble, so I'm going to wait to call her parents until I have no choice.

My text notification went off, and my heart jumped into my throat. I checked my phone, and saw a text from Estella,

Princess Estella ✨
I found something all alone out in the field.

Lobo Blanco 🤍🐺
What do you mean? Where are you? What the hell was it?

Princess Estella ✨
Dark hair. Dark eyes. Perky tits and ass. Nasty attitude...

Lobo Blanco 🤍🐺
WTF? Is this Estella? Babygirl are you messing with me?!?

Princess Estella ✨
Try again.

Lobo Blanco 🤍🐺
WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?

Princess Estella ✨
Getting scared looking for your lost little kitten?

My stomach immediately dropped, and I felt sweat appear on my forehead as my face grew hot with anger and fear.

Kitten...Fuck!

Lobo Blanco 🤍 🐺
Bryan?

Princess Estella ✨
Mi-blow?

Lobo Blanco 🤍 🐺
Where the fuck is she??

Immediately, I tried to call her number, but the piece of shit put it to voicemail.

Princess Estella ✨
Don't worry. If your little kitten doesn't scratch or bite, I'll make it nice for her. Anyway I'm not gonna do anything to her that you haven't already. Only BETTER.
I might even give her back.

Lobo Blanco 🤍 🐺
You're sick! If you touch her, I'll fucking kill you!

I texted threatening message after threatening message, again and again. At one point I was even begging, but he stopped responding.

Her phone probably has a GPS on it. I have to call her parents.

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I drove to Estella's house, at an inhuman speed, I'm surprised I didn't get pulled over. I'd called her parents on the way. They called the police. Obviously, they were just as petrified, but they seemed to be handling the crisis much better than I was. It was taking everything I had not to throw up right now.

I wanted my girl. I wanted to hear her voice, see her face, hold her in my arms, and never let her go.

The ironic thing is that she was probably one of the only people who could've calmed me down right now.
I like control. I like knowing what to expect. I don't do powerless, and I had no idea where to even fucking begin.

I stood in the family's kitchen, staring off into space. My gaze transfixed on nothing in particular. I started to feel lightheaded.

"Milo. You're not breathing, mijo." Mrs. Ortiz, stated in a calm tone.

Fuck. Yeah. Must've forgotten again.

Mijo? I didn't know what that meant.

"I'm sorry. What did you say just now?" I asked.

"I told you to breathe." She repeated.

"No, after that. You said a word, in Spanish." I clarified, my tone emotionless, as the shock seemed to be wearing on me.