Chapter Eighteen

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Michael
It's been two weeks with no sign of Fallon. The police want to give up but I refuse. There's only one person who could be behind this. Donnell. I put my hands in my face while sitting at the kitchen table at 2am in the morning.

I can't sleep. I haven't been able to ever since Fallon has been missing. I can only imagine what's going through her mind right now. My cellphone rings and a weird number pops up the screen. I sigh and pick it up.

"Hello?" I say.

"Michael," Fallon's light voice breathes out.

I sit up in full attention.

"Fallon, baby. Where are you? Are you okay."

I hear her choke back a sob.

"I don't know where I am," She says in a whisper," And I'm not okay."

"Can you try to tell me? I wanna help you." I reply.

"Ive only been allowed into certain rooms.... I can't see anything out the windows because they're boarded up... It's dark, Michael." Her voice breaks.

Damnit.

"What has he been doing to you?"

She sniffles,"He beats me and rapes me almost everyday."

I close my eyes as the tears run down my face.

"I let you down. I swear I'll come get you, baby. Where's that bxtch?" I ask.

A male voice booms in the background and I hear Fallon scream.

"Who the fxck are you talking to?!" The male voice barks.

"No one!" Fallon exclaims back.

The sound of objects falling and being thrown around the room can be heard with Fallon's begs for mercy. Her screams abruptly stops and I hear the phone being picked up. The phone disconnects and I'm left in the silence.

Author's Note
Happy Holidays! I know it's a short chapter. Sorry. New book in process called "Rise Up." Coming soon.

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