Internet Friends | mgc

Chapter 18

Evie's POV

I looked around the cafe for the boys, ready to leave the cafe and go home. They were nowhere in sight, probably out back or something, so I decided to waste some time on my phone.

When I turned it on, I saw four missed calls from Michael, along with a text telling me to call him.

I also noticed a voice message, which was kind of weird. He never sent me voice mails or anything like that. I began to feel a bit worried, hoping nothing bad had happened to him.

Due to the loudness of the cafe, I decided to check his message in the bathroom where it was more quiet.

I maneuvered my way through the tight crowd, sighing in relief when I was finally in the bathroom. It was one of those single person bathrooms without stalls, so I was all alone in there.

I opened his message, not sure what to expect.

"Evie, oh my god Evie,"  a barely recognizable voice sobbed, causing my heart to break in half on the spot. I felt as if the breath had been knocked straight out  of my lungs, and I leaned on the sink for support.

"My parents they, they, they" his broken sounding voice choked out. He then began to sob uncontrollably, full on weeping into the speaker. What was left of my heart shattered, and I began to panic even more. Was he okay? Obviously he wasn't okay, but part of me was hoping this was all some sick joke. What about his parents? What did they do to him? I was growing more anxious by the moment, and was feeling desperate for him to elaborate what had happened. After listening to his grueling sobs for a few more moments, he took a shaky breath, before he began speaking again.

" I escaped, and I don't know what to do, they're going to find me, they're going to find me aren't they?" He sounded completely broken, all of the life had been stripped from his voice, and although I couldn't see him, I knew his eyes had faded to that desolate grey shade that I hated more than anything in the world.

"I hope you don't mind but, I'm going to fly to New York."  Wait, what? He was coming? I was filled with joy for a split second, before the flicker of light was once again burned out by the pain and worry that was drowning me. "I'm gonna get a taxi to the airport right now, and try to get the first flight out,"

I had to see him right now, I had to make sure he was okay. I'm not sure what his parents had done, or how he had escaped, but I wouldn't be able to believe he was truly alright until I saw him with my own eyes. Even though I was shocked at the sudden information of him coming to New York, I couldn't be more relieved that he could have a chance at happiness with me, and the boys.

For a few moments, all I could hear were Michael's ragged breaths and sniffles. He sounded out of breath, and I couldn't bare the sound of his broken cries for much longer.

Suddenly, he let out an abrupt scream, causing me to drop to my knees in the middle of the bathroom, I clutched the phone tightly to my ear, clinging onto the only thing that currently connected me to him. I shook in fear, praying that he was had been left unscathed.

"Oh no, they'll probably check the airport. They will won't they?" He said suddenly. I breathed out a sigh of relief since nothing had happened to him. When I heard him scream, I had immediately assumed the worst. My chest felt like it was going to explode. I couldn't listen to him suffering anymore, I needed to help him somehow.

Just then, the message ended suddenly, and I completely lost it on the bathroom floor. I was a helpless heap of sobs and cries. After a few moments, I struggled to stand up, trying to pull myself together.