― UNKNOWN NUMBER! (IRWIN)

9

Ashton

I was freaking out. I had called her again and again ever since I heard her scream. She never answered. I called 911 and tried to tell them I was on a call with a girl named Nikki Frey, but I didn't know where she lived.

I paced around my room for hours at a time and I wasn't as hyped during concerts. The fans noticed and asked what was wrong, but I couldn't say anything. It hurt talking about it. The worry was suffocating.

Suddenly my phone rang. I rushed to pick it up, and without looking at the Caller ID I answered.

"Hello?"

"Yes, hello, Mr. Irwin was it?"

"Yes that would be me,"

"Well, Mr. Irwin, I'll have you know we found Miss Frey and she is now recovering in the hospital,"

"What happened to her?"

"She won't say how, but she has a couple of broken ribs and her leg is going to have to stay in its cast much longer than it was supposed to-"

"Can I speak to her?"

"Well, her phone is broken,"

"How?"

"She said a car ran over it,"

"Did she say anything about someone else being with her that night?"

"No, she's refused to say anything regarding tha-"

"I heard a door slam and a scream,"

"I am fully awa-"

"She was not alone in that house,"

"Mr. Irwin, I underst-"

"No you don't! Now if I have to fly out to wherever the hell she lives to get some answers I will!"

"If you're going to keep interrupting me, you might as well. She lives in San Francisco, and she is currently in Harper Bay Hospital,"

"Finally something useful,"

"I suggest you learn so manners, Mr. Irwin! Good day!"

She huffed and hung up. Manners, as if that was what I had to worry about at the moment.