for miss_Jackson12 and maisymae040 =￣ω￣=
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It's eleven o'clock and Phil should have been home four hours ago, his phone is inactive and he hasn't been on any socials for hours. To say that I'm about to cry is short.
I thought that the plane would be delayed but it would have appeared on the official website, and instead there is nothing. What if something bad happened to him?
I forgot to mention that I have to baby-sit my nephew, he is playing with a stupid puppet and I try to distract myself by playing with him, but I can't think of Phil.
"Uncle Dan, don't worry," Nicholas smiles.
I stroke his hair and smile too, "Would you go to sleep? It's late"
"No, I will wait with you," he says and yawns. "No, I go to sleep"
"Okay," I smile and take his hand leading him into the other room, mine. I put him in the bed and kiss his forehead, then turn off the light and go back into Phil's room.
"The number you have dialed is currently inactive."
"Jesus," I mutter to myself. I put myself in bed playing with my mobile phone and without realizing it I fall asleep.
2:16 am
And Phil has not returned yet. Now I'm seriously crying and the anxiety is too much.
I go into the kitchen to make a cup of tea and I realize that I'm shaking when I put the bag of tea in the cup, but it falls to the ground. When I am worried my stomach hurts and I have to throw up, so I've done three or four times.
My head is spinning and I go to bed but, of course, after vomiting there is the panic attack. Describe the moment is almost impossible because I don't know how I feel either, I can't breathe but I do it too strong and I continue to have nausea.
"UNCLE!" I feel the baby who calls me. I get up and go in the other room.
"What's wrong?" I ask and I sit next to him and I try to look natural. I'm so sweaty.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes darling, Phil is back, sleep now," I smile and he closes his eyes again. "I would love if he returned," I whisper.
I run to the bathroom to wash my face, and I take this opportunity to throw up again, I hate myself so much.
I hear the door open and I run to the living room, then I see Phil.
"Jesus Christ Phil, fuck you," I say and hug him.
"Hey, don't cry," he whispers. "I'm sorry, I lost my cell phone and the plane has been delayed because a shootout happened nearby"
"Fuck you," I say again, and I still cry.
"Are you okay?"
"Do you think I'm okay?" I giggle through the tears.
"It's happened again? Because of me? I'm sorry, Dan, I did want this," he says and kisses my forehead. "I'll take you to bed and let you take the medicine"
"Yes please," I say. He takes my hand and we go in the other room, then I lie in bed and he takes the medicine in the nightstand. He melts it in the glass of water next to the bed and I drink it immediately, then he lies down next to me and hugs me.
"I'm sorry," he whispers.
"Don't worry. I hate you," he kisses me and I continue to talk, "By the way, how was your trip?"
