Apartment Thirty-Nine ~d.j.h~

~7~

The night started showing as the sun went down. He had been strolling around London with me for hours. It was very peaceful.

We made our way back to the apartments.

"Thank you so much, Dan." I smiled.

"You're welcome. It was quite nice."

"Well.. Um.. I'm gonna go back to my room." I smiled but the moment was ruined by my phone ringing.

"Hold on."

I looked down at the flashing screen, the name "Caroline" plastered brightly.

I answered and walked away from Dan.

"Caroline.. Hey."

Breathing was on the other line.

"Caroline. What's wrong?"

Nothing.

"Caroline. What happened?"

"Tell me where you are. Now."

I dropped my phone in fear. That wasn't Caroline's sweet soft voice. That voice was deep, stern, rude. Full of hatred, it was.

"M-mom.." I breathed out, my phone cracked against the tile.

I could hear muffled yelling on the phone. Threats, screams.

"Frankie." Dan ran over to me, looking down at the phone.

"Who is that?" He added.

I turned around and began sobbing in his shirt. He wrapped his arms around me, rubbing my back comfortingly.

He leant down and picked up the phone, hitting end.

"Come on, let's go." He whispered, helping me to the elevator.

We made it to my room in which I gave him my key, he opened the door and helped me into my bed, tucking me in.

"I'll check up on you.." He whispered, closing the door. Leaving me silence.