🥀 Little...Darkest Moments 🥀

Chapter-7

IMAGINE:

My heart throb so hard in my chest. My thumb is still hovering the call button. I sucked in a deep breath. The whole mansion was silent, I could just hear my breath. At this moment, I felt... vulnerable, exposed and... I felt like crying. I was... missing him? I was missing my newly wedded husband?

I stared at the ceiling above. I don't... like to admit it but... I had separation anxiety and when he said he was going out for three days for his business trip. I felt like I was going to explode. I felt fear and anger at the same time but I couldn't stop him, I was still digesting the fact that I am married and I have a husband. I closed my eyes, I couldn't sleep. I missed his arms around me, it felt safe.

Finally my thumb landed on the call button. It rang but he didn't pick it up. A tear fell from my eye. I couldn't take my pills, I had promised him. I would start to survive without pills.

I dropped my phone on the king size bed and hugged the pillow hard. A sobbed wrecked my entire body, chills went down my spine. My nails digged in the pillow. I knew I was near an anxiety attack but I didn't know what to do. A shiver ran down my body.

My phone went off but I didn't look at it,  I knew it was him but I felt so suffocated and I realized that I couldn't find strength in me to hold the phone and talk to him. I pressed my body into the mattress to control the shivers but it was of no use. The urge to talk to him had me anchored to this moment.

I finally found the strength in me to pick the phone from bed but it ended. I closed my eyes and more tears fell. Messages popped on my phone and my phone rang again and stared at his name, I wiped my face. I picked his call.

"For fuck's sake, where are you? I have been calling. You scared me and... you called me at this hour. Baby, are you okay?" His rough, hard, frustrated voice rang in my ears. My heart warmed. Yet, I kept my grip on the phone tight to aviod the shivering.

"Nico..." His name fell out of my mouth like a worship.

"Hey, you have been crying? What's with your voice... What happened? I am coming to you --" His tone was angered, worried and frustrated at the same time.

I cut him off. "No, I am okay. I don't feel good. I --"

"You don't feel good. Tell me what happened?" Then the call switched to video call, I picked it. "Fuck, what happened to you?" He said and then he turned to some of his men I guess then he barked an order to his men to prepare his private plane to Italy back.

"No, Nico... You don't have to... I am okay..."

"Damn, Shut up, I am coming to you. And then you better tell me what's going on. You better talk to me about what made you cry. You get it, baby?" He said and I nodded.