Without A Trace(Luke Hemmings FF)

Fourteen

Zoey's POV:
When I wake up the next morning, I notice that Liz is gone. She must have gone to work. I stretch my arms and legs because that chair is far from comfortable. I hear my phone ring, so I answer it.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey, it's Calum." Calum replies.

"Oh, hey, Calum." I smile.

"How's he doing?" He asks.

"Better. With my help, he was able to walk to the bathroom last night." I relay.

"That's good. Do you want me and the guys to come pick you up for lunch and you can grab some stuff from your house?" He asks.

"No, thank you. I don't want to leave him." I explain.

"Well, is there something you want us to get from your house? Some clothes, a brush, or anything?" He asks.

"I'll text my mum to pack some of my stuff and give it to you when you get there. Thank you." I smile.

"Sure thing. Do you want some food? Maybe a burger or something?" He asks.

"I'm vegetarian." I remind him.

"Right, my bad." He laughs.

"It's cool. I get it a lot." I reply.

"So, veggie wrap from Hungry Jack?" He asks.

"If you don't mind. Thank you so much." I smile and he chuckles.

"Don't worry about it." He replies.

"Oh, and the nurse has Luke on an all soft food diet. So, if you could pick him up some mashed potatoes from KFC or soup or something, that would be great. I would pick some up, but I don't have my license nor want to leave him." I tell him and he chuckles.

"Sure." He replies. I hear Luke start to wake up, so I tell Calum goodbye and hang up. Luke groans a little.

"Who was that?" He asks.

"Calum. He and the guys are coming to visit and they're bringing food." I tell him. He nods.

"How are you feeling?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"Like shit. I've seen shit like this in movies and I always thought it was overacted. Like, it wouldn't hurt as bad as the actors make it look. Turns out, it does." He states and I can sense a hint of humor behind his deep voice.

"You have a hole in your chest. Did you think it would tickle?" I tease and he chuckles slightly.

"No, but I was kind of hoping." He returns and I laugh. He looks to be struggling to sit up, so I help him.

"Thank you." He says and I nod.

"Listen, there's something I wanted to talk to you about-" I start to say, but I'm cut off by a knock on the door. I stand to my feet and open the door. Policemen are standing there and I instantly am hit with a flashback.

*Knock, Knock.*

I hear at the front door in the middle of filming and I'm relieved that he has to get up to answer it.

"Sit here and keep your mouth shut or I'll end you like I ended Brandi and Melissa." He tells me.

"Danny, make sure she doesn't try and escape." He turns to Danny who was holding the camera.

"You got it." Danny says to Mark and I gulp. I hear his footsteps get quieter as he walks away. I hear the front door open and his next words I hear from afar gives me a small sense of hope.