"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Eighty-Eight.

Darren's POV.

I came back home from the interviews I had in London.

It had been quite a while, and I was happy to come back. 

I needed to message Tanya.

I quickly went to ask for my phone that my father had kept to himself, saying he would give it back after I finished my interviews and stuff.

"Mogu li ya poluchit' svoy telefon obratno? (Can I have my phone back?)" I asked him.

But he didn't say anything.

"Ne tak skoro. (Not yet.)"

I let out a sigh, getting a bit annoyed. 

"A pochemu? (Why?)"

He put something down, then crossed his arms, looking at me.

"Ty znayesh' iz-za kogo. (You know because of who.)"

I did not understand at first, but then realisation hit.

He was talking about Tanya, he was still not going to give my phone back because of her.

"But—"

"Ona uze uideet. (She's already gone.)" He pointed out, his tone sharp.

He looked at me, his eyes hard and cold. 

"I ne vernёtsya. (And she's not coming back.)"

"Kak vy znayete? (How do you know?)" I tried to keep my voice neutral, but my heart was already beating faster.

His mouth curved up in a cold smile.

He put his hands in his pockets, looking rather relaxed.

"Ya govoril s neyo po telefon. (I talked to her on the phone.)" He said in a mocking tone.

My hands clenched into fists.

"Blyat. You talked to her? What did you say to her?"

"Moy lyubimyy syn, (My dear son,)" He chuckled, clearly taking pleasure in my reaction. "What do you think I said?"

My teeth clenched tightly.

"I don't know. Did you threaten her? Did you tell her to stay away? What, what did you say..." I trailed off, not sure if I wanted to know the answer.

But then, I couldn't give a fuck about hearing his answer.

I quickly ran out to get in my car to her apartment.

She couldn't be gone, could she?

Fucking hell.

My thoughts were racing as I drove down the familiar streets, my heart in my throat.

Please, please, please let her be there.

I didn't care if she was going to punch me or slap me, I just couldn't imagine not being able to see her ever again.

I needed to talk to her, to see her.

I needed to make this right.

When I finally arrived, I hurriedly parked my car and rushed to her apartment.

My heart was pounding so loudly that it almost drowned out all other sounds.

My breathing was short and fast, my hands shaking slightly.

I knocked on the door, not even trying to hide my desperation.

The seconds ticked by, the silence only making my anxiety worse.